Thursday, 5 July 2012
I knew that this was going to be a strange day when I realised that I had taken a bite out of my Marmite toast before my peanut butter toast at breakfast. Now it's not that I have OCD but when I have toast for breakfast I have one piece with Marmite and one with peanut butter. I cut them both in half. I start with peanut butter, then have Marmite, then peanut butter and end up with Marmite. I never vary. It's not that I'm a creature of habit either but I've been doing this for over 50 years except for a few years when I decided that I would have peanut butter and Marmite together ie one on top of the other, on the same piece of toast. But that was more than 30 years ago. So this morning when I accidentally bit into the Marmite toast first I wondered whether this was a portent of things to come today. I've come to the conclusion though that as I'm not superstitious, touch wood, the day is unlikely to be affected.
The family decided that I'd taken the whole incident remarkably calmly though so I've decided that today I'm thankful for the fact that I've never had to go without breakfast and have the support of a loving family.