Napt - Bowl, Dish

This morning I awoke to that lovely sore-throat tingle and runny nose. It has been around six months since I was last ill, so I suppose I had it coming. A nice breakfast would sort me out, I thought, and after the obligatory ten minutes of Olympic highlight-watching from bed I got downstairs and started setting up a bowl of wheat biscuits. Sommerfield’s own brand, not those swanky Weetabix, with their fancy TV adverts and website. I laid out three cheapabix in a bowl, using a classic two-side-by-side-with-another-perpendicular-across-the-top formation, added a generous spoon of sugar, taking care to smooth it out evenly. I opened the fridge door, ready to splash a healthy serving of milk over the wheaty sponges that would lovingly soak it up, only to find there wasn’t any! Just a piddly piss-take thimbleful, which would be about as much use to my cereal as a choir of vagrants singing at it. There really is nothing more depressing than shaking sugar off your wheat biscuits and putting them back in the packet, thoroughly defeated. I considered substituting the milk for water, but thought that would just be horrid. So instead, I ate a yoghurt, followed by a Twix once I got to work, and a Bounty for dessert. Starving a cold really isn‘t much fun, so I instead chose to shove chocolaty junk down its stupid face. That’ll teach it. Eventually. Twelve hours later my nose is running faster than ever - bring on London 2012!