Went down stairs and ordered a fry for Breakfast. ‘Small or large?’ There’s only one on the menu, what does small entail? Quail eggs and cocktail sausages?
Went upstairs and grabbed French Revolutions and by the time I got back down my food was ready. That was quick. I opened a random page and Tim was drenched and trying to check into a hotel. Oh Tim, why do you always have so much trouble with the French receptionists? Great, this is what I need. Skipped back a few pages and he’s cycling through the mountains earlier that day. Someone else suffering through rain and mountains will lift my spirits more than any words of motivation ever could. Got my grub on, yeah I pigged out, then went back to my room and had a load more food and finished packing.
Second breakfast of champions: mondays bread today, PB, and a flapjack.
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