It's late - a bit like a Tesco breakfast...

Milk was tardy and I met him on Hill Street, we set off to pick up Tomato and chatted about "woik". A slightly flat rabbit met us at the entrance to Plum's property, I can't be sure but it looked to me as if pieces of tree bark had been forced into it's innocent looking maw. Milks face was a picture of disgust and he did all in his power to prevent the dead bunny contaminating his recently polished vehicle. Plum Tomato appeared as if from nowhere and feigned surprise at the once bright eyed "grass" eater, but an image of the murderous Elmer Fudd popped into my head. We were soon boot-bound.

The boot was pitiful Tomato and I bought nothing, while Milk picked up some dubious vinyl.

The breakfast was fairly chaotic. The serving girl could not count to 8 and as usual the two meagre meat products were sub-standard. The once excellent Tesco breakfast is now unappetising and badly presented.