Saturday morning, just after 8am and I am starving. It is a dilemma. Julia is having a lie in so if I start making breakfast I will probably disturb her with all the clattering in the kitchen. I will also be selecting a time for her to wake up, which is not really the point of a lie in. The whole concept really demands that you are allowed to wake when you want and ease yourself out from under the covers at a time you feel is suitable.
On the other hand, someone making breakfast for you is always a bonus.
As a compromise, although I’m hungry enough for a cooked breakfast, I may settle for a sensible, and quiet, meal of cereal and fruit.
It’s partly about consideration, but also partly about self-preservation. After 37 years I have learned not only to be sensitive to my wife’s welfare, but to wake her gently. She has a tendency to imitate the fabled bear with a sore head when woken suddenly, as I have found to my cost more than once.
Healthy Breakfast
No, I’m still feeling too peckish for cereal. Looks like I’m going to go for a cooked breakfast and risk the consequences, though a few harsh words are hardly a deterrent when compared to the more likely scenario of a heart attack. I just looked up heart attack and found myself smiling at the risk factors, which are very close to being a biography in my case. I note that one of the factors, which I had never seen before, is psoriatic arthritis, which is one of the two sorts I have.
I was half-expecting to read that using a keyboard with a missing “t” was a factor. It doesn’t seem to be on the list but “hostility” does, and I confess to feeling fairly hostile towards my keyboard a the moment.
As a finale, I managed to publish before the photos and title, so I can now mention “senior moment” too.