In my daily routine breakfast is an almost alien concept. I eat something while rushing out for work and gulp a glass of milk. And on weekends I get up late and first have a lot of tea. By the time I think of eating something it is time for lunch!
In that sense this UK trip was unusual. I had a good breakfast everyday. In fact, on the last day when I woke up I was not feeling fresh and I was cursing myself for watching Bruce Almighty (yet again) the previous night on TV. I was tired because I had walked for the whole day on a crisp but cold Saturday (Lancaster Morecambe) and then kept on watching move instead of sleeping. Not a sensible thing to do when next day you have to take a long flight back.
But after I finished my breakfast I was feeling much more brighter and not so tired. I always thought it was sleep that refreshed me, never ever associated with breakfast. Did I learn a lesson from that? I don’t think so, I am sitting with a cup of tea.