I was up at 7am. I ate muesli and drank coffee.
Sam was up at 8.30am. When he asked if I had eaten breakfast I looked him in the eye and said, "No I haven't."
Oh yes, I'm bad, yap, yap, yap, yap, yap.
He made sesame balls in ginger soup
The lie was perfectly justified in my mind to get sesame balls and ginger soup. I'd sell my grandmother - the one that drank a bottle of brandy and smoked a packet of Kool cigarettes a day and not the grandmother who was a property developer, you understand - to get sesame balls and ginger soup for breakfast.
I made coffee.
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