“Argh!” said Agnes, as she was startled awake by Tina, Ethel and Daniel barging into her room as quietly as they could (which was not very quiet at all) at 7:48am on a Monday morning. “What’s going on?”<\/p>\n
“We’ve made you breakfast, Mum!” said Tina, as she handed Agnes a cup of warmish chocolate.<\/p>\n
“In bed,” said Daniel, as he held an egg cup holding a boiled egg above his head as proudly as if it was the world cup.<\/p>\n
“Be careful with that egg, Daniel,” Agnes said. “The last thing I want is yolk all over the sheets.”<\/p>\n
“It’s a hard boiled egg!” Daniel said. “Really hard! Look!”<\/p>\n
He dropped it and then caught it neatly in the dainty china egg cup that was his favourite as it bounced up off the floorboards like a rubber ball.<\/p>\n
“I see,” said Agnes. “Thank you, Daniel. But what are you all making me breakfast in bed for?”<\/p>\n
“Because you’re ill,” said Ethel, who was holding a plate of burnt toast with a faint hint of embarrassment. No way could she do any tricks with this like Daniel could do with his egg.<\/p>\n
“In bed!” said Daniel again, throwing the egg against the wall this time and catching it perfectly in the egg cup again before bowing for some imaginary applause.<\/p>\n
“I was not ill,” Agnes said. She wasn’t allowed to ever admit to being ill, not even to herself. “I was just a bit tired.”<\/p>\n
“For two whole days<\/em>,” said Tina.<\/p>\n “And two whole nights<\/em>!” said Ethel.<\/p>\n “IN BED!<\/em>” Daniel said for a third time, not because it made any sense to say it, but just because it felt like he should say it, just in case.<\/p>\n “Well, thank you very much everyone,” Agnes said. “It’s very kind of you. But I really wasn’t ill, you know?” None of her children looked like they believed her even slightly. “So, erm, where’s Claire? Didn’t she help?”<\/p>\n “She’s in bed,” said Daniel. “Ill.”<\/p>\n “Oh no,” Agnes said. “Poor Claire. She hates being ill. It makes her irrationally angry.”<\/p>\n “She said if you could be ill so could she,” said Tina.<\/p>\n “Then she said she’s not going to school today,” said Ethel.<\/p>\n “NOT EVER AGAIN!” shouted Claire from the other side of the house. “SO THERE!”<\/p>\n “Did you make her breakfast in bed too?” Agnes asked as quietly as she could.<\/p>\n “Daniel offered her his egg,” Tina said. <\/p>\n “But she threw it out the window,” Ethel added.<\/p>\n “That’s how we found out it bounced<\/em>,” said Daniel, as he juggled the egg for a bit, caught it in its cup one last time, and held it out towards his Mum with a flourish.<\/p>\n __________<\/p>\n Notes:<\/p>\n 1. Written on May 13th, 2024<\/em><\/p>\n__________<\/br> “Argh!” said Agnes, as she was startled awake by Tina, Ethel and Daniel barging into her room as quietly as they could (which was not very quiet at all) at 7:48am on a Monday morning. “What’s going on?” “We’ve made you breakfast, Mum!” said Tina, as she handed Agnes a cup of warmish chocolate. “In […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1208],"tags":[1428,1556,177,1555,1209],"class_list":["post-5594","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-tales-from-the-town","tag-beds","tag-breakfast","tag-eggs","tag-ill","tag-tales-from-the-town"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5594","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5594"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5594\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5597,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5594\/revisions\/5597"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5594"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5594"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5594"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}Support An Accumulation Of Things<\/a><\/h3>If you like the things you've read here please consider subscribing to my patreon<\/a> or my ko-fi<\/a>. <\/br><\/br>Patreon subscribers<\/a> get not just early access to content and also the occasional gift, but also my eternal gratitude. Which I'm not sure is very useful, but is certainly very real.<\/br><\/br>(Ko-fi contributors<\/a> probably only get the gratitude I'm afraid, but please get in touch if you want more). <\/br><\/br>Thank you!<\/i><\/br><\/br>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"