
This was weird. Mo, his housemate Oli, and I all went out for breakfast near their house one morning. It was before Mo and I left on a camping trip. The place was a bar in the evening that never closed and instead converted into a breakfast cafe in the morning. Sort of like Sneaky Dee's. Mo and Oli had been there before. They had a big outside porch and picnic tables. This was my meal. It was sort of veggie and cheapish; coffee, 2 overeasy eggs, toast, assorted cheeses, fruit salad, sauteed mushrooms, fried tomato, and a chocolate cookie. Very rich in a unsatisfactory way. The North American in me was always crying for potatoes in British mornings. Breakfast will get stranger as we move north.