You don’t need to say a word. I know exactly what you’re thinking. Glamorous.
But you know what, I don’t know of anyone who has start from scratch, home made food, seven days a week. Of course that could be because I don’t know the right people, but I suspect it has more to do with the fact that everyone likes an easy to do meal every now and again.
Unfortunately, the egg I prepared for my own plate, decided that it would perform an act trapeze artists would be proud of, and flung itself, with vigour and gusto, onto the floor at the precise moment that I was extrapolating the other eggs, (fried, naturally), from the pan.
Thank goodness the chips were those oven ones. And just as a little aside, isn’t it amazing how a cup of tea always tastes extra specially splendid with chips?
And finally, joining the plate, was a thick slice of buttered bread.
Quite frankly, who could ask for anything more?