A Tale of our Times

Ever since seeing a tray of delicious looking cooked bacon in the breakfast section of the restaurant in John Lewis last Saturday when I waited for my order of boring toast, I had planned to go back this morning and indulge in a bacon roll. I can count on one hand the no of bacon rolls I have eaten in my life time, but sometimes the call to indulge is too strong to ignore.

So with much anticipation and having arranged to meet daughter#1 in John Lewis just after 9am, I walked briskly down the Bridges arriving at the store at 9:05 am to be met with a shut door and a notice telling me the store was closed because of a power outage to the whole shop. The question of whether to have brown sauce or tomato sauce with my roll was no longer pertinent. 
A telephone conversation with the daughter already en route took place and we decided to cut our losses and repair to Costa at the foot of Hanover Street. We found a table overlooking Princes Street and I was made aware that I could get a bacon roll if I wanted one. I did want and although the daughter said she didn’t, she was happy to change her mind and eat half of mine.
‘Twas ever thus! 
It was tomato sauce btw!