Scrambled

 

Nope, still not me.

 

My breakfast, of course. With the Financial Times,

A slice of toast, Parm, and a glass of Sanguine Orange juice,

  

Pulpy and tangy. A mug of Earl Grey was also in line to get into my belly,

With a small Rusk, getting soggier and lovelier by the second.

A few hours later came a fresh bowl of ‘naner, pineapple and strawberries.

Which turned into this;

All thank to the addition of some yogurt, pom seeds, spelt puffs, ground flax and a dollop of cottage cheese.

Wait, shh, what is that?! Do you hear it? SHHHH!

Ah, man.
It’s my Econ book. Ughhhh.

Bye bloggies. (: