I woke up with a sore throat and a blocked nose this morning.
The most logical thing to do (in my mind) was eat ice cream for breakfast…
…so I did.
DB doesn’t approve, but he doesn’t have to eat any, so it’s not his problem.
Besides, I’m English, and it seems we ‘always’ eat strange things for breakfast.
Here, there are a lot of English/British people. (Also a lot of Germans, but that’s irrelevant to the next part of the story).
Every time DB sees anyone walking past, he guesses where they’re from. Mostly he bases his judgment on language or clothing, but it seems eating habits are just as telling..
Yesterday, we came past a restaurant on our way back from the bakery. Lots of people sat outside, eating breakfast.
DB: Look! English people!
Me: Yeah? How do you know?
DB: They’re eating scrambled eggs on toast, and it’s not 10 am yet. They can only be English…
So now you know.