Breakfast the Three-Hundred-and-Fifth

Mutant cinnamon and raisin bagel with apricot jam (it has no hole in the middle).

Tonight I go to bed full of smugness at having performed a ruthless wardrobe cull. The bags are in the hall. All I need to do now is make it to the charity shop/clothes collection bin without being tempted into granting amnesty to any "oh but I used to wear this lots" garments...