Like judgment day, but with Pancakes instead of Cyborgs. No street party, but today’s job interview colleagues got fresh pancakes with their breakfast, and we all had a bit of a do with children and a friend of Anna’s from school later.
Now for the unexpected serendipity. Whilst discussing mid life crises (I've got this friend, see...) over breakfast, it struck me that one modest step towards buying a motorbike / big guitar would be a
Marmite Pancake. Soon afterwards a highly esteemed friend walked in, over the most dangerous age for this sort of thing you understand, but
spontaneously made and ate his own Marmite Pancake. Friends, trust me, this dish is a bad as it sounds. Don’t do it.
And if that’s saved you from a midlife crisis, my little action today has done the world some good...
Like judgment day, but with Pancakes instead of Cyborgs. No street party, but today’s job interview colleagues got fresh pancakes with their breakfast, and we all had a bit of a do with children and a friend of Anna’s from school later.
Now for the unexpected serendipity. Whilst discussing mid life crises (I've got this friend, see...) over breakfast, it struck me that one modest step towards buying a motorbike / big guitar would be a Marmite Pancake. Soon afterwards a highly esteemed friend walked in, over the most dangerous age for this sort of thing you understand, but spontaneously made and ate his own Marmite Pancake. Friends, trust me, this dish is a bad as it sounds. Don’t do it. And if that’s saved you from a midlife crisis, my little action today has done the world some good...
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