I fried up BBW's egg with the story attached (a one-sentence new story each day to match the egg and toast delivered) and ate my usual breakfast of orange juice, niacin tablets and a smallhandful of granola bits.

The stories--each one sentence long--are captured in her computer each morning along with a photograph of the plate. It's a wee game we started sometime back. For the first thirty or so we never recorded the stories, but she has captured about fifty breakfasts this way.

I have no idea what she intends to do with such a record. Recherche des Petits Dejeuners Perdues or some such venture...