Sunday, 28 January 2007
Eaten at 17:11
Sundays are all about taking time over breakfast, and I certainly did. Preparation is absolutely key in these matters, because if you don't have everything laid out in front of you before you begin, you need to keep getting up from the table. Just like how Mr. T loves it when a plan comes together (when he's not filling someone's garage with cardboard boxes), there's something spectacular about having a range of foods at your fingertips and just wafting between them.
Crumpets on one plate, dripping with butter; coco pops, with the milk only added when everything else had arrived, so they didn't get soggy; a steaming mug of tea; a glass of tasty blueberry yoghurt. And all of them mine! I was just sat in a dressing gown, and still felt ill and disgusting, but really, ask yourself, does that matter when there's all of this in front of you?
I ate well, I can assure you. And Roger Federer won the tennis.
Croatian Strength commented:
It's Hannibal who loved it when a plan came together.
Wednesday, 31 January 2007 - 00:21