English cuisine, for real, innit

Today, I served a full English breakfast for ten, which is an interesting thing to do after a week of not getting more than 5 hours sleep a night, trying to finish a demanding job on time, dealing with tummy-bugged extra grumpy children and essentially feeling mildly suicidal great. Still, it reminded me that I hadn’t had a fry-up since I’d left the UK, and you know what? It was luuuvely, and apparently, there’s nothing like a bit of greasy stodge to impress a bunch of French ladies!

Anyway, there is a definite whiff of Spring in the air this week: The cafés’ terraces are filling up, pedal go-karts are back at the park, and the birds are going mad in the barren trees. Ooh, and I am typing this from my balcony, attempting to catch the sun so that I may not look too much like an aspirin-tablet-forgotten-at-the-back-of-a-cupboard for my job interview next week.

Coldplay – Don’t panic ( we live in a beautiful world, yeah we do, yeah we do…Do we?)


2 thoughts on “English cuisine, for real, innit

  1. >Hmmm love an English Breakfast. It's Tom's birthday tomorrow and we shall be starting a day of celebrations with dippy eggs and toasted soldiers, his favourite!!

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