
5th October 2024
That’s the title of an unintentionally amusing weekly feature in the magazine section of the Daily Telegraph. Yes, guilty as charged – and no excuse that I have free access. Not that I’ve had a moment to read the paper in the last few days! Anyway – for the uninitiated, this piece usually features a minor celebrity and begins along the lines of ‘Richard B, retired lawyer, lives in southern England and Barbados…’ and proceeds to describe how the fortunate celeb rises at dawn in their thatched chocolate box Cotswold idyll far from the weekday London hubbub, and engages in deep meditation for an hour accompanied only by the mellifluous tones of the first blackbird of the day. Then an intermittent fast until midday when they have a shot of wheatgrass with a brunch of smashed avocado on sourdough, blah blah blah.
Well – this morning I (we) woke very early again. But today is the weekend and we are taking two hard earned days off from our challenging new job. So we went to the Brighton Farmers’ Market down the road. We both had scrumptious ‘Trinidad doubles’ for breakfast, both stuffed to the gills with channa (chickpeas) in curry, with pickled cucumber, lashings of the essential Bajan hot sauce and eaten with the fingers (and most of the chin). Plus two strong hot coffees and not a blade of wheatgrass in sight.
Being conscientious professionals and appreciating that a career can’t be built on a strict 9-5 we then took a detour to set up our internet so we can work from home (!) before heading back, plunging into the pool and shaking our heads in wonderment at the incredible environment we are in. We are truly blessed. Now then, what time does Strictly start?!


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