Sometimes I miss having the ingenuity, the get up and go of being a full time drug addict and alcoholic.
This morning there were no clean bowls for my breakfast so I washed one.
20 years ago when faced with this dilemma I didn’t cave, I simply ate my cereal from a frisbee with a shoehorn.
We also didn’t have any milk, so I improvised and had my co-co pops with Baileys