Since Venice got her new job, breakfast was the same every morning: I had muesli with yoghurt while she got ready, she inhaled some coffee and rushed out of the door.
Until one morning she was not in bed when I woke up, and the whole flat smelled of...
“Is that chocolate cake?”
“Yes!” She beamed. “You kept badgering me about having Proper Breakfast, and with jetlag having me up early, I thought I’d give it a try.”
“Sugar isn’t that good...”
“But it has eggs and almonds, too. Protein!”
“Well. True.” Solid food. A step in the right direction.