A rare occurrence, I must say. And, on a weekend? It happens only once every five years. Based on my age now, I'd say that this exquisite affair has taken place no more than 4 times, today being the fourth.
I slipped out of bed at 9.30am, plodded to the kitchen and cooked me-self a quick breakkie.
Olive oil toast, boiled sausages and an omelette.
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