lahday

today at the cafe i ordered some fruit toast.

this, on it's own, is probably not fascinating to you. it is only interesting because it means that finally, after nearly a year, i've given up on trying to get what i expect breakfast to be and accepted what breakfast is.

i can order a bagel and cream cheese here. what is delivered is invariably unsatisfying, though. so today i gave in and ordered the fruit toast. fruit toast is this amazing concoction in which sultanas -- the fruit of the sultans! (or raisins, whatever) -- are baked directly inside bread! which is toasted! plus, they serve it with butter.

it's not bad.

also, if i'm hearing correctly, it goes well with a lah day. lah day? lah day? you want a lah day? nah, mate. i'll have a flat white. too much milk in a lah day for me.

this reminds me of a quaint story that occurred whilst visiting my wife's maternal grandmother, the lady eve. being somewhat under the weather, i found myself a place on the couch and an illustrated book about finches and parrots to peruse.

my wife sees me. she says, "what are you reading?"

i reply, "a book about birds."

"birds!" she laughs! "birds? did you hear the way he says it? birds!"

"sorry," i respond. "i'm reading a book about buuuh'ds."

that they understand.