Floral

Elizabeth had to wipe a humdinger of a bird poo off her bike seat after we emerged from breakfast. No one wants to arrive at the office with excrement staining their skirt.

Breakfast was at Hot Numbers, a popular cafe in Cambridge. We suspected they may have gone too far on the pretentiousness, which is a common danger in this city. Aside from the bizarre bacon smoke clouding the windows, the breakfast menu was dominated by kimchi. With avocado or the infamous bacon.

We plumped for apricot, yogurt and granola, which was mostly delicious but a meadow of flowers had fallen on the bowl on its way from the kitchen. I was educated by Elizabeth that these were edible but I felt like a dairy-loving rabbit when gnawing.

My unsophisticated palate isn't ready for purple and yellow flowers in my yogurt.