My breakfast this morning: Orange juice, coffee, toast, egg-in-a-nest, bacon, sausage, sticky buns.
Needless to say, I did not eat lunch.
This all for an annual sleepover with three good friends hosted by the lovely lady on the right and the annual breakfast her lovely husband/slave makes for us all.
Here we are in jammies reenacting the toasting of the night before, which was to stinky old men, marrying billionaires, and good friends. You probably don't want to know.