Who says breakfast has to be boring?
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Banana bread... |
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Apple pie... |
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Blueberry muffin, oh my! |
So folks, we're into September and you know what that means, right? Yep, it's the long-awaited return of the type of weather that makes you:
A) Wish you were a small rodent so that it would be acceptable for you to permanently sleep in a huge ball of cotton.
B) Purchase enough knitted jumpers to ensure that sheep across the nation look like they're on a calendar girls shoot.
C) Seriously consider cutting off your ears because in all honesty, the threat of wind chill just isn't worth it.
Actually, if you live in the UK (the south-east in particular), you will know that the weather has been a little, shall we say, schizophrenic throughout the majority of August. We lost the sun a while ago, no-one's really sure where he went, he just sort of took off (probably eloping with that cow, the moon). In fact, I think that the sun must be the thing that walks out on us Brits most frequently during our lifetimes, usually when we need him most (weddings, BBQ's etc) and without any warning or explanation. Just gone. And yet, we will always welcome him back with open arms, beaming smiles and eternally devoted worship. What the hell? That is in no way fair! You know those relationships your mother warned you about when you were young? We're all in one people! With that big, burning bogey in the sky!