Morning

After a fitful night's sleep I stumbled down to breakfast with my spritely daughter. Feeling rather groggy I opted for a full English with extra bacon and sausages, with a large mug of milky coffee. My daughter had a small slice of wholemeal toast and some fruit with a glass of juice. I suggested she pocket a few rolls to make sandwiches for later, offering my two spare sausages and a rasher of bacon as a possible filling. She looked disgruntled, so I proposed she make some butties with marmalade instead. You can't go wrong with a sweet filling for lunch once in a while. At which point she glared at me and said I should stop acting like a pauper. After breakfast I felt more woozy than before and went to lie back down in the bedroom. Thankfully the gales outside had died down and I fell into a deep sleep, only to be woken by the maid frantically banging at the door with the edge of the hoover. As she edged away to wake the next poor soul with her over-zealous cleaning my daughter sprang in announcing that we were going out for a walk round the bay with my brother and his dog. I feigned illness but she would not relent. So I donned a thick waterproof and within the hour was trudging around in the drizzle and gloom, taking in the stench of fresh dog pooh whilst being regaled with tales of misdemeanor by my brother. What can I say? What a super start to the holiday.