i like having breakfast.
all by myself, when the house's finally empty for an hour exactly. i make myself an omlette: i cut the onions, i grind the pepper, i beat the eggs till they're fluffy. i grate cheese, i think about it guiltily before i put it in and then remember it when i do a lap less than i mean to. two slices of brown bread, these i put in the toaster and set it to '3'. i find some ripe mosambis, big and sweet and straight from our farm. i take three, cut them, juice them and refuse to add sugar.
at ten o clock, at ten o clock exactly, i sit on the big sofa, turn on the tv and watch reruns of doctor who with breakfast.