Breakfast the One-Hundred-and-Twenty-Third

Doppelganger shreddies and strawberries.

Sometimes the only sensible course of action is to curl up in front of Pride and Prejudice (the Beeb version of course, not that Keira Knightley travesty).  I honestly think that if a man in a tailcoat, britches and long boots rode up on some steed and told me how much he ardently admired and loved me, I'd run off with him in an instant.

I have only this to add: shelves in the closet -- happy thought indeed.