Thursday, April 08, 2010
Breakfast in a Bag
At the end of the day, with the shop locked up and left in the hands of the night watchimps, Harold relaxes with a cup of tea – or very occasionally cocoa – in front of the television. If it's a warm summer night he might sit out on the patio and listen to a little Mahler or Jazz on the radio. Both the patio and the window of the Green room afford him a view of the Chalk, a series of hills that run like veins through Wiltshire and Buckinghamshire, and he can see the trees turn orange with the setting sum. That's the perfect time to warm a bog of fresh blood to 97.2 and take it to his beloved, who is quite partial to breakfast in bed. Coffin, anyway.