Realising an imbalance in the gender-specific social events amongst the Beaker Folk. So men get breakfasts, snooker, 5-a-side and Hnaef's Knitting Circle. Women get the Bright Hour.
So this morning we insisted on joining the Monday Breakfast Club. And discovered an awful fact.
They can't cook. It was all rubbish - burnt bacon, sausages raw in the middle, scrambled eggs that started off "sunny side up".
So I did some for Charlii and myself. And Marston remarked how nice ours looked; and could we come and do the cooking every month?
I think the scrambled eggs suited him.