Breakfast the One-Hundred-and-Twenty-Fifth

Doppelganger shreddies and strawberries. 

I have a great deal of sand in my shoes and in my pants. I went to the beach this afternoon with friends and we barbecued sausages and toasted marshmallows and did headstands that went awry (which is when a lot of the sand found its way into my pants).

This is why Edinburgh is just so much better than London; because if you jump in a car in central Edinburgh and drive for an hour you end up at a beautiful beach in East Lothian. If you jump in car in central London and drive for an hour you end up two miles away from where you started with a serious case of road rage and, no doubt, a ticket from accidentally having entered the bus lane...