english breakfast.
I managed to fall asleep around 9pm last night, mainly trying to convince myself that I didn’t need to gorge myself with the copious amount of chocolates the hotel left in my room. Woke up around 4am (BST), so jetlag is in full swing. I also forgot to buy water last night, so waking up before the crack of dawn was mostly just me memeing and contemplating whether or not London tap water is a wise choice. Spoilers: it wasn’t. The saving grace for my morning was an English breakfast, the most enjoyable part being the fact that it was down the street from work/hotel. Otherwise, it was pretty bland and quite tasteless. I later learned that one should only get an English breakfast if they make everything from scratch and freshly made just for you.