Pizza For Breakfast

 

There are bonuses to be had for being single. You can take a dump with the bathroom door open. You can watch any shite you like on tv and you can dance when you know no one else can see or critique you. 

Today I had a sloppy pizza for breakfast and bloody lovely it was too. 

I listened to The Archers spoke to the German and sat in my boxer shorts until someone called across the kitchen wall. 

Several calls in fact

A cousin with a potted plant, The Randas with a tastefully bagged gift and Mrs Trellis with two low calorie/ high fibre snack bars wrapped in a blue serviette. 

People are very kind. 

Thank you to the blog readers who sent cards and to The Lancaster Lurker for your gift ❤️🤪

I’m going to bed shortly before a night shift and tomorrow a friend from Llandudno will meet me around 9 am for breakfast at someplace called Heavenly Desserts which sounds camp as Christmas. It also sounds like a diabetic’s nightmare but does a balanced brunch menu too which will be a treat.