Today I bedazzled my bowl of porridge with a few sprinkles of coconut and a drizzle of honey. My morning bowl of gruel may as well be tasty.

 I made my way to a seat. I sat opposite a colleague who had just returned from a several week holiday, back to her home country.

 I asked ‘How was your trip?’

 ‘It was lovely – I went to the seaside for a while.’

 ‘Nice, and did you go visit your family?’

 ‘No they came to visit me.’

 I glanced at her for the first time that day – I’d been fussing with putting butter on my toast and brewing my bucket of tea, so I had been distracted while making this small talk up until this point. If the truth be told I didn’t genuinely care how the holiday was, or what she’d been up to, aside from a vague hope that she’d enjoyed herself. I wasn’t looking for details though.

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Rarely do I talk about my colleagues. It’s not that I don’t have interaction with them, it’s more to do with the worry that if one of them ever comes across this blog, there may be negative repercussions for me. Personally I don’t find the description ‘settled suburbanites’ insulting. But people can be sensitive out here in the industrial wastelands.

Having given that disclaimer, I am now going to describe my breakfast. I was early, so I toddled downstairs for food. This morning I decided to live dangerously, so I added a bowl of porridge to my usual meal of a slice of toast and a boiled egg.

After paying, I looked around and saw the group of people I usually sit with for our canteen’s fine dining. Continue reading Patriarchy (with a side order of casual homophobia) for breakfast →