One of the perks of touring is breakfast in the hotel, well depending on the hotel of course, this hotel has a fab hot and cold buffet, apart from the fried eggs – but that is to be expected from any buffet – a fried egg has to be prepared fresh or it is not worth having.
Seeing only one or two eggs left on the servery has a rather disturbing effect on me, I stare at any person approaching the buffet willing them to take the last egg(s), so that when a fresh tray comes out I can pounce on a freshly fried soft centred yellow and white morsel.
I need to get a life – I know!
Anyway back to oranges, whilst munching away on my final slice of toast I overheard the elderly couple on the table next to me remark to the waitress how juicy and sweet the oranges were and I thought: Mhmm, a succulent orange to finish off breakkie and cut through some of the grease of the fry-up. So my eyes wandered to the bowl displaying the fresh fruit, only to be confronted by the glaring absence of colourful citrus fruit.
Dropping my gaze disappointedly, glancing past the table of afore mentioned couple I happened to notice a shopping bag by the lady’s chair – and yes you guessed it there – through the slighty opaque bag I glimpsed at least four orange hued bulges.
The greedy sods had snaffled all the oranges leaving none for other guests, in particular me!
I weighed up the couple trying to gauge whether I could mug them on the way back to their room, but on second thoughts just settled for some grapes.
Ha! But for tomorrow I’ll set my alarm half an hour earlier, beat them to the restaurant and make them watch as I gorge myself on all the oranges, juice dripping down my chin!
Love Cassie X
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