Breakfast

Another hard day's labour begins with breakfast. Only one glass of champagne as I am going to the office. Strictly speaking even one is possibly not allowed under company policy, but when it is free it seems churlish not to accept the offer.

The surroundings for breakfast are impressive. It almost seems like a visit to a palace rather than the restaurant area of a hotel.

This reflects the style of life for which I should have born and intended, rather than actually having to work for a living. Maybe in the next life if I have been deserving in this one.