THE NEXT DAY
(whisper) G'day possum's......... I'm afraid you caught me on the hop here.
(still whispering)
It's 4:am and I've been up about 10 minutes. Been here for a week now, and there's no bloody way I'm gonna have cornflakes and porridge AGAIN for breakfast
Bloody hell...!! a man's gotta eat proper food, and as friendly as the people who own this little one-up one-down guest house might seem, they just don't know how to fill an Englishman's belly
So while they're fast asleep, (sshhhhh) I thought I'd just pop down and make my own brekky