Breakfast Protest

The Booty/Breakfast morning got off to a slow and slightly moody start,but Milk got a few work issues off his chest, helped by a concerned Toastboy,then things started to perk up.

On arrival at the booty,we were deluged by a downpour of biblical proportions,Toastboy sat out the whole event,while Milk the true stalwart braved the conditions and filled his boots,I however was side tracked by a young lady who displayed her own biblical proportions.

The breakfast had a mixed response, where Toastboy and myself had a few issues,namely cold meat products and sub standard fried bread, Milk munched his way silently through his CUT-PRICE breakfast at break neck speed.

Toastboy decided to carry out a silent protest, followed by Milk and I . We left triumphant,

My Highlight of the day,

HEY!!!!! excuse me sir,shouted the waitress, did you leave this rucksack behind, *(I am returning it to you even although you left me to clear your table which was in shit order). Err ohh!! yes replyed a slightly embarressed Toastboy,whispering to me, in a low voice, now I wish I had cleared my tray away.

The moral of this story is," He who protests in silence---Must not leave rucksack at scene "

All in all a very good morning.

*Waitress thoughts.