Breakfast

One should always sit down for a proper breakfast before going on to more serious and taxing endeavours.

This morning's breakfast was exceptionally fine. There were

• slices of a French saucisse avec noisettes from a secret location in the underbelly of ancient Gaul
• a peppercorned Brie from New Zealand just turned darker yellow after cold aging
• grapes from the Asian Pacific, just on the brink of raisinhood
• kaya of the faintly ochre, not quite green, variety with a bit of pandan flavour but not too much
• toast done sunward but not suntanned
• apple juice, Fuji-sweet and Chardonnay-yellow
• South American druglord coffee
• Japanese dark chocolate with whole almonds

Yes, this is the life.

And in other news at the Rugby World Cup, Jonny Wilkinson kicked England to victory against a good but obnoxious Wallabies squad. I'm not sure how I feel about an English team acting like a bad 1980s Ireland set-up, or about a Southern hemisphere team acting like a Monty Python set-up. But at least one of them got eliminated and I can look forward to the romantic half of the draw now.