This morning

October 20, 2006 at 4:46 pm (War on terror)

Went jogging on Clapham Common. 7am. I saw a man, my age, with a small ball. He was walking, throwing it up in the air and catching it. It was odd. Perhaps he’s reconnecting with the boy inside him, I thought. How cute. He walked a few more metres, then his dog appeared and the mystery was solved.

On the way home, I went to the supermarket and bought some organic free-range eggs. This is how you cook eggs: the oil has to be hot, and I mean really hot. Then crack’em open. Pretty instantly the’ll go brown and crispy around the edges. Spoon some of the oil on to the yolk and surrounding areas. I am training myself not to add salt. There is enough in the baked beans, which should be simmering away. I take two eggs. Not every morning, but when I do, I take two eggs. Doesn’t matter what size, two eggs.

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