And as if eating cake in the mornings wasn't weird enough, this afternoon the office is permeated with the smell of burning toast.
"This has to be the only place I go where people stuff their faces with cake in the morning and then cook toast in the afternoon," I said, raising my eyebrows.
Now in fairness, I'm less fussy about when you can eat toast. To be honest, I don't get to set these rules - that's up to the Queen. And she doesn't get involved in politics.
Anyway, in my world, toast is a morning thing or a very late at night thing. In fact, so late at night that it's a morning. Which still makes it a morning thing in my book.
I haven't written a book, I'm just saying, if it were up to me... which it isn't... and I don't know how I'd enforce it. Anyway, like I say, the Queen's not going to get involved. And I don't have a toaster.
In any case, I think she likes a digestive biscuit.
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