
Bloody hell. It must have been named by a cat on a keyboard!
Let me tell you something about English Breakfasts. First the word breakfast. Break the fast. Break the time of no eating, reffering to night time. Bacon, Sausage, beans, tomato, mushrooms, black pudding and egg. And tea. They have this breakfast on days when they don't want to stop for lunch. It works. By the time the sun sets I'm still digesting breakfast.





The next day we went to Blackpool.

I think during the last couple ofdays I have had more tea than I have in my whole life prior to this holiday.


I'll tell you all about these characters later.
Save the cats!
See ya!
2 comments:
kul läsning, coola bilder & hannah får en applåd för den finfina bilden!
Update! Shame on you. nothing interesting happening?
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