Our boss had the stupid idea of holding team meetings every Saturday morning, but luckily
it have been put off until next week because she was out of the country.
That meant I was home by myself an enjoying a lazy Saturday. I got up around 10am and
put on my dressing gown. It was cold in the flat because I hadn’t put on the heater yet.
It was time for a fried English breakfast. I hadn’t cooked myself one for ages because
they’re quite fattening and I’d been putting on a lot of weight over the winter.
I started reading the packet of sausages as two of them were sizzling in the pan, and I was
surprised to see how much they'd put up the price. That didn’t put me off, though, and I threw
another one in the pan.