I’m the authentic foodie. I literally get a headache if I’m without food for too long (well, except when I’m fasting and I’ve given my brain sufficient notice).
Today, knowing fully well that I has an appointment for 10am, I woke up 8.30 am. The horror. That meant no time to make at least a bacon sandwich. I could only hope I’d be able to grab a quick brekkie once I got to Aldgate.
I was wrong. You see, it’s Sunday and all the marvellous breakfast places I know don’t open till 11am. Only in London. I just knew this meet up would be a disaster if I couldn’t find a Pret or Cafe Nero (I’m not a huge Starbucks fan).
Just when I was about to give up and resign to a morning of headaches, I spied with my little eye a huge McDonalds. The joys of a Mc something.
I ran inside and ordered my favourite 99p cheese burger. Don’t judge me all you fit and proper people, it’s only 295 calories and I had no fizzy with it.
Is there a moral to this story? Not really. The only thing that I keep noticing is that just when I’m about to give up because I can’t see any favourable happening soon, I suddenly have what I need staring me right in the face.
In other news, it’s a beautiful day in the city and I just may go off to Liverpool street to get some shopping done. That’s what being in the city of London does to you.
Btw, I hope you realise that there is a difference between the city of London and London itself. You didn’t? Sigh. That’s a blog post for another day.
Have a fabulous day people!