A new contender for Best Meal Ever

I'm hours away from the termination of my job, but they are squeezing every last drop out of me, and so I've been on the road for the past 7 days, promoting products made by the company whose employ I have recently quit. I know; it doesn't make much sense to me either.

In any case, I arrived at yet another hotel yesterday afternoon at about 4. It was snowing the wet, unpleasant stuff and nearly dark for the night. I was knackered and achingly hungry, my feet were damp and freezing and I needed a nap, a change of clothes and a stiff whiskey. Nothing for it: I rang Room Service and ordered their all-day breakfast. While they poached my eggs I changed into my jammies and ran my feet under the hot faucet. I then proceeded to devour the feast with a relish I've never had for a platter of mediocre breakfast. Comforting eggs running all over the sausages, ketchup for the hash browns, baked beans and pork cretons piled onto corners of buttered toast, all were gratefully inhaled. Even the little packet of processed peanut butter fell victim to my path of destruction. I threw the tea bag into the thermos of hot water (for post-nap) and crawled under the duvet.

In the past I have bemoaned the utter crumminess of breakfast in general. I never realized that I've been eating it at the wrong time of day.