breaking fast on 16/08/06

Clare toasted the remainder of a small ciabatta bap (bought from the Italian grocer's near work), spreading half with honey and half with peanut butter. Clare drank tea (early grey) with a slic of lemon.

Stephen was travelling down to London from Edinburgh via a small turbo prop airliner operated by Scotair. His booking did not entitle him to breakfast. Due, however, to the incredibly complicated security arrangements dogging air travellers, he was advised to arrive two hours before the flight. Neither the airline staff nor the rest of the passengers had taken this advice, leaving Stephen plenty of time to enjoy a chocolate croissant, orange juice and weak, milky coffee at a faux-French concession stand called Pauls (sic). Once in the air, Stephen added two shortbread biscuits and a second orange juice - although this may techincally have been elevenses.