breakfast time. Mustard is wrong at breakfast.
Venison and red wine on one disastrous occasion.
I like my sausages plain and unadorned. How many times do I have to tell her before she listens, sw? Should I consider divorce, do you think?
breakfast time. Mustard is wrong at breakfast.
Have a word all the same.
Breakfast in general should be a nice relaxed stress free meal, though of late I have taken to piercing the top of my poached eggs and allowing a few drops of Tabasco to nestle into the yoke.
I like a bit of heat. A man you see.