If I were to even entertain the idea of eating a full size tuna baguette I’d grow from Jekyll to Hyde quicker than you can say “green with envy”. But I had to sit in Pret and endure thirty minutes of watching this beautiful Amazonian beast eat a big, fat toastie oozing with melted cheese in as graceful a manner as Audrey Hepburn nibbling a ritz cracker whilst someone drapes pearls around her neck. Her red Chanel lipstick did not move. I was convinced it must have been tattooed on.