I find myself unable to stay up late nowadays, the time that writing comes easiest to me. I wake up in the middle of these summer nights and can’t fall back asleep. In the end, I regain lost sleep by taking mid-day naps, a habit I’ll have to break once I find a job. My parents would ask me whether I slept well, when I was younger, and being a child at the time, knew nothing but exceptional slumber. “Of course”, I would tell them, with a confused look on my face. To me, naps were always a sign of old age, and perhaps I’m getting older.

I’ve recently switched from having bacon with egg on toast in the mornings to having a bacon and egg sandwich. The difference in preparation lies in the style of eggs. Whereas sunny-side up compliments toast with it’s oh-so-dippable runniness, a pair of over-hard eggs go much better in any hand held meal.