Breakfast


A new day with dad but with the same old rigmarole, he makes a mass theatrical spectacle preparing my breakfast bowl. 

A million oats cover the worktop and even more hit on the floor, he spills another 4 pints of milk and tells mum he never swore.
Eventually we have our porridge and together we grow strong, my dad sure is very messy but that’s why we get along. 

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