the bear necessities

there's something wonderful about food that can't be eaten politely and fried egg sandwiches are the crowning glory of this wonderfulness. Today I celebrated "getting all the Christmas presents that need sending abroad finished even though I had a headache" (nothing to do with the wine last night, rather the change in the weather set off my inner old lady and made me hurt all over) with not one but TWO fried egg sandwiches. Like the happy medicine they are, once I'd dripped egg yolk everywhere, they were making me feel better. Still with a splitting headache but just not caring about it anymore.