I know I already updated once today and updating every forty minutes is more Ava's thing (sorry, dear, couldn't resist), I felt compelled to make a separate post just to talk about how godly breakfast was.
I hadn't had a traditional Irish breakfast in over forty fucking years.
Oh, the rashers were salted, streaky and fried just enough to be slightly browned but not enough to burn the fat and the sausages were plump and full of meat and the fried eggs were just that little bit crispy at around the edge and I dunked the sausages in the yolk and the scrambled eggs were the perfect consistency and I don't even care that I ate way more eggs than I should have and the hash browns were crunchy on the outside and fluffy on the inside and fried tomato and sauteéd mushrooms and oh, Thage had gotten her hands on some Barry's Tea and Irish brown soda bread and FUCKING KERRYGOLD FUCKING REAL FUCKING IRISH FUCKING BUTTER, Thage, you fucking wonderful woman, you fucking saint among sinners, I just...
I fucking love fries. I fucking love them. I don't give a fuck that I have ingested more cholesterol in the past few hours than most people do in a year. Defuckinglicious.