Can’t think of anything I want to write about today.
(Advent photo is the window display of a second-hand clothes shop on my street, by the way.)
Woke up feeling groggy after having a dream that I’d scratched my glasses really badly when cleaning them on my t-shirt.
I have a very big craving to have a fried egg sandwich, though. Ooooh, I’ve not had one for ages. Thick white bread, some ketchup, and a gloriously unhealthy fried egg. Maybe some bacon, too. And the bread could be fried as well. Loads of butter. Some mayonaisse. Maybe a layer of sliced-longways sausages. A couple of slices of Cheddar cheese. A generous slap of peanut butter. And some onion rings. Salt and pepper. And a heart attack for pudding.
Anyway, time for my breakfast: some Weetabix.