Woke up with a dog on my bed, coffee
Served by my host, then out for our breakfast
At a nearby greasy spoon Leeds café
I didn’t think that one would be my last
Cooked breakfast this week. No - that same repast
Would pass my taste buds next morning when I’d
Be sat in the York Hilton, eating fast
To make the meeting on time. Two eggs (fried),
Sausages, toast, the usual; inside
It all went. Then I went myself: foggy
Morning in Yorkshire: fields of snow that passed
Into a thick haze; all-white countryside
The meeting over, out for a curry
Stayed up really late and missed my breakfast!
Thursday 4 February
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