It's pouring with rain, so it looks as though I shan't be earning a crust today. Her Ladyship is on the early train to London to attend some sort of training course. I'm sat here with the day yawning wetly in front of me.
What to do?
Hmm. Big decisions to be made. It looks like it's going to be a trip to the cafe in Tesco's for a spot of English breakfast. First decision, shall I go for 6 items (£1.49) or 11 (£2.49)?
I suppose if I went for the 11 that would keep me going all day. 2 eggs, bacon, black pudding, mushrooms, hash browns, beans, sausage, fried bread, tomatoes, toast. Doesn't seem that much.
Damn, tea or coffee?
Decisions, decisions. Why does life have to be so complicated?
Englishman.