“I think I’ve developed an aversion to milk”, I said, pulling a face.

Chris and I were having breakfast at the time. I was about half-way through a bowl of “Maple and Pecan Crunch” cereal mixed with bran flakes (a nod to my slimming diet) when a wave of nausea hit me (must be sick of that diet!).

“I can’t finish this,” I continued, “but I won’t waste it. I’ll pop it, with an egg, into an old jam jar and take it to the dogs on Rosie’s farm. Egg-nog for dogs – they’ll love it!”

“Here,” began Chris, “you can add the rest of my milk, too.”

So I poured the lumpy mixture of half-eaten, milk-swollen cereals into a jar, added Chris’s left-over milk, then two eggs… I shook the concoction and opened the lid – the egg yokes floated unappetizingly in the pinkish-grey fluid and, yet again, I felt sick.

“I know it looks disgusting…” I paused as I pricked the yokes with a sharp knife.

“Yes,” Chris interrupted, “but presumably the dogs will think it’s ambrosia – the food of the dogs!”

And here is a typo from yesterday’s blog post that made me laugh. Freudian slip or what?