A glitzy hotel room, which is frustrating as there's no apparent bathroom anywhere and a door to the adjacent room does not appear to lock. But I do have tea lights made of chocolate and dusted with cocoa powder, although they're proving somewhat tricky to light.
Breakfast is on a tray - eggs with toast. I can only assume that they've been on the menu for a few mornings in this particular room as for some reason, the bedside desk surface is suddenly covered with congealed egg.
I break the top off of one and am pleased to see a runny yolk. Sadly, it's runny because the egg is still raw and a few cautious dunks of toast don't really improve anything and I'm left wondering what to eat.
The eggs don't go to waste though. My dog seems quite happy to munch them down. I'm slightly concerned the hotel might not be too happy with him however, as he is soaking wet, covered in mud and has left muck all over the nice white sheets on the bed.
Hopefully not an omen for the hotel I'll be visiting in the next few days! (Having seen their price for breakfast, I think I'll pass on that - I wouldn't want to risk raw eggs!) Still, I know where they came from. I watched a cooking show where they were poaching eggs to eat with Christmas meal leftovers. The TV chef's looked quite nice though. The chocolate candles? No idea. The mucky dog - well, he usually gets like that on a good day out. He gets to loaf in bed in the morning too, so yes, that visage could well happen!
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