The girl in MacDonalds managed to get my breakfast wrong 3 times, and I still ended up with the wrong thing. There was only one other customer.
I had a breakfast in Greenwich last week, the McD there had raised benches like Wagamama, better coffee and flowers in jugs - in the background, ambient whale music.
London. a different world. breakfast is supposed to set you up for the day, I am now a seething pot of internalised rage that may last until mid afternoon.