I just kind of got out of the habit. Not toast as such, but toast just with butter. We're all fancy like in Spain - we have it drizzled with olive oil and rubbed with tomato and garlic, plus a sprinkling of crushed sea salt. Or maybe a locally grown avocado when they're in season.

One has gone quite native, I fear.

You'd be shocked at how long it is since I made a pot of tea. I do feel that lack is slowly corroding my essence. Wrong sort of water here, I tell myself, as a lame excuse for my treachery.