Breakfast was a bit disturbing this morning. I'm still feeling a little flustered when I think back on it.
You will recall from my previous post that I prefer my Weetabix to be secreted under a sensible blanket of All Bran. Today I was feeling impulsive, so I omitted the bran. As soon as I sat down, spoon in hand, I realised my mistake. The Weetabix were completely naked. Nothing covering their modesty but a faint sprinkling of soft brown sugar.
I was shocked. I hesitate to attach such a graphic photo, given that this is a family blog, but really I didn't think you'd believe me if I failed to show just how provocative these straddling Weetabix were. You'll be pleased to know I acted decisively, separating the audacious duo and quickly drenching them in cold milk. Thankfully that did the trick and they went soft straightaway. Phew.
This was all a bit racey for a Friday morning. In future I'll think twice before recklessly deviating from my carefully thought-out routine.
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