There’s no pan on the hob this morning, and I’m a little disappointed until I notice the tray on the island. At first I think it’s his dirty breakfast bowl, but his is in the sink, already soaking.
Muesli and peach, and some fancy looking dark chocolate, and a note. A NOTE!
My throat is so dry I can barely swallow.
Your bacon was a superb suggestion. Here’s one of mine.
Muesli with chopped peach. A generous spoon of Greek yoghurt (fridge) covered with a fine grating of dark chocolate.
Let me know your thoughts. Regards, AH.
I have to read it through at least five times before it really sinks in. He wants me to eat breakfast. His breakfast.
I have no idea why, and my mind spins, trying to work out if this is some kind of weird test to try my professionalism. To eat the muesli or not
