Breakfast

Breakfast: cereal or a fry-up? Maybe a bowl of cereal and then a bacon butty before lunch just to tide you over. Or maybe some cereal and then toast. Or grapefruit. Croissants. Anything. Breakfast, most important meal of the day.    Maybe during the week you eat as sensibly as you can, Bran Flakes or Alpen, and then live life to the full on the weekends with a cooked English breakfast. Bacon. Sausage. Eggs. Tomatoes. Hash browns. Beans. Mushrooms. Black pudding. Toast and with a cup of tea. Maybe two cups of tea. Or creamy coffee made with lots of hot milk that you boiled up on the stove. Not having to eat anything till later into the afternoon. Not even thinking about food till the evening because you both got up late anyway. The breakfast was more like a lunch. Mark is loading the dishwasher, already thinking about food. Kelly is gone. He can imagine her already on the bus to work thinking about food. One Saturday in five she works, they get up early and have a quick breakfast. Their Saturday fry-up habit is broken. Which is a habit in itself.    He puts in the dishwasher powder. He goes over the cereal cupboard, still hungry. Looking at the sides of one of the packets he studies the ingredients and the recommended daily allowances and considers his life - fifty percent of this, twenty-five percent of that. He closes the cupboard.    At the fridge because he's looking for bacon. He can't find any. Something is seriously wrong. How did he get to the fridge? How did he get here? Breakfast: most important meal of the day like daily allowances.

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