Breakfast the One-Hundred-and-Seventy-Fourth

Doppelganger shreddies and a nectarine.

Glorious, glorious sunshiney day here today. I slathered myself in sunscreen and ventured out to the Botanics for lunch. I had to stand on the peddles of my bicycle all the way, rather than sitting down, as my bottom is still sore (damn bicycle seats).

Later I joined my friend in one of the Queen street gardens. She, being English and accustomed to warm weather was in jeans and a cardi, whereas I, a scot, was in a little summer dress. Though, unlike most of my fellow countrymen, I was actually taking steps to avoid turning into a lobster.