Butter sizzling in the pan as if its a pool of lava, yellow bubbles emanating from the non stick grey tongue that laps heat from the orange electric element. Swirl it round and round, a good coating. A piece of bread soft and spongy sawn from the knobbly loaf as if it were a ham. An ear of bread dropping down to listen to the wooden chopping board, joined by several relatives. The eggy mixture now ready after minutes of pounding with a whisk. Cracked open in yolky stickiness. The eyes popped open, the yellow and gold mixing with the clear until it’s all a smooth off yellow, the whisk clattering against the side of the tin bowl, waking the dead, waking the sleepers from their reveries. Grains of pepper and salt held between pinched fingers .Now the bread dives into the pool and does underwater gymnastics and emerges with a new skin of slimy yellow. Fingers drip with greasy slimy mixture while the bread begins its frying motion on thin the pan, Hissing louder than a frightened cat- it squeaks and cracks and groans as if an earthquake were in progress and then it settles down, A quick high jump and the bread is showing a smooth browned smiling face, mouth waters at the thought of the crisp crunch to come, the buttery release of chemicals. Finished! Number one, It’s edges still hot and partially singing fingertips launches for my mouth and the crackling crunching sensation is sweeter than stepping on a lake of frozen ice and hearing the ice just begin to crack , the thrill of the moment you might break through. That crack ripples all the way down my throat, with sweet buttered oiliness. Consumed in 4 bites it’s time for another. Again the slimy swim, the coughing sizzle and the settle. With a shot of straight tea – no milk just the bag and the water I’m ready for anything- except the washing up- yeah Later! The train will pull in soon, Overcoat donned for the brisk 2 minutes tot he station, winter overcoat braces me in second skin. My mouth becomes a steam train sending swirling circles of steamy breath before me. I’m a plough horse, yes what load will I have to drag and drey today…….