Very exciting morning!
My friend and I went for our usual Sunday confab, set the world to rights, coffee and brekkie, followed by dog walk.
We got to our cafe, sat outside, dogs at feet, and ordered breakfast (Me: eggs and bacon and mushrooms and beans and coffee, Her: sausage bun with tomato sauce, ***!) Anyway, they ballsed up, and I was brought a Medium breakfast with sausage, egg, fried bread, tinned tomato, mushroom, black pudding, bacon and scalloped potato thingies (I never have them usually, so am not even sure if that is the right name for them?)
Deep apologies. Don't know how it happened. Sorry. So busy there will be a 30 min wait for your actual order. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
What could I do? I graciously accepted their huge plate instead of my smaller, cheaper, order. And ate the lot. Rude not to, eh? Well, except the tinned toms which are an abomination on a breakfast. The dogs had the sausage later on walk.
And you know what the best bit is? I wasn't wearing a Libre sensor, and I didn't have my prick tester, so
obviously, the carbs didn't affect me.
Brill eh?