Because Mum and Dad are at an age where for some reason they have nothing to do but still insist on waking up at 6am, we find ourselves at Bill’s in the Centre MK at 9 in the morning to “beat the rush”, in the process beating it so thoroughly as to doubt its existence at all. My metabolism isn’t particularly ready for this, so it’s the scrambled eggs and salmon on toast for me. “On” doing a lot of heavy lifting. “Next to” is more accurate, meaning less conservation of heat, which does the sourdough toast no favours with the ice block of butter provided. The scrambled eggs are fine, the salmon a bit miserable. Ah well.