Breakfast

After a long day’s travel, we arrived at our interim accommodation (Mrs SoL’s parents). Unpacking and chatting does not lead to exciting blips, so missed the one yesterday. One thing I really miss in France is a take-away curry. However, having eaten half the world supply of scrumptiousness, there is always a left-over plate for the next day. It is the most amazing breakfast! Cold or hot, it dampens the overhung head and fills the stomach with joy.
Bloke Happiness.