ALEXANDER
I’M in relatively good spirits for an average tuesday morning.
I put that down to the smell of fresh orchids. That and a hearty breakfast. Bacon and eggs on a nice thick slice of wholemeal. The breakfast of champions – as long as those champions aren’t overly concerned about their waistline.
Nothing a good session on the treadmill can’t remedy.
I tell myself there are a variety of factors contributing to my good morning, but there’s no illusion. That’s why I left a simple note this morning.
Thank you.
And then the afterthought. A radical impulse.
Please help yourself to breakfast.
It pleases me to think that maybe she’ll take me up on my offer. Maybe she’s sitting at my kitchen island right this minute, listening to the radio as she eats, enjoying the space considerably m
