A Full(ish) English

It's always the same when I've been away for a while, I start getting used to a cooked breakfast. So then, when I come home, I keep fancying a Full English. This is perhaps half-full - I'm not too sure! Main thing is that - following a bowl of porridge - it filled me up nicely before I went to the dentist.

She filled me up, too - or, rather, she refilled a back tooth. Took some time for the numbness to wear off my nose and cheek and my eye is still sort of tingly some hours later. Mr PP is now cooking up a lovely fatouche that won't take much chewing. Hoorah!