Bit of this
It won't take you long to eat breakfast, he harumphs. You reckon, I sit down with a large pot of tea and the book amazing myself as I much toast.
He has his bacon butty when we get there, I have carrot cake, and all before 10.00.
A fragment of sound seeps into the street, from behind a closed door. I close my eyes immersing myself, trying to identify. A cello, is someone practicing? It is a beautiful but haunting interlude.
Bit of this
Well look at that, could have had breakfast delivered!
This has to be a joke' right?
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