Category Archives: Sunday breakfast
thoughts while contemplating a sausage sandwich…
Deeply, madly and truly enervated; that’s me today. I rarely find a use for the “e” word as, happily, I am, for the most part, happy. At the moment, however, I am often not which is why I’m so utterly … Continue reading
Eight bells and all’s well….not totally accurate on the bell count, but OK otherwise….
Another year has been added to the time that I have spent breathing the air of this world. I have reached a biblical point in the scribe’s view of our allotted time and so I am metaphorically putting fingers in … Continue reading
First taste of summer…
For three successive mornings we have woken to sun pouring in through the windows. But winter habits being hard to shake off, ask any monk, on my way back from buying bread, I stopped at Claude’s house to order some … Continue reading
Drive out the blues with brioche and apricot jam…
There is a mordant sadness, that is nearly tangible, about such a miserable February morning as this one . Normal antidotes, such as lighting the fire, and listening to Radio 4 with a steaming bowl of coffee cupped between slowly warming hands, seem … Continue reading
Always on a Sunday….
Sunday is about breakfast. If it’s done properly, like sex between Sting and Trudie, it can last all day but, as with all day sex, the salt begins to lose its savour after an hour or two…maybe that’s old age. Eating is … Continue reading