After clearing the gutters, picking apples and uprooting a few saplings, Peterson's Irish Flake in a small unmarked Turkish Meerschaum. With black coffee. The Irish Flake is to me like toast spead with a tangy, caramelised coarse cut Oxford Marmalade... both just the thing you want after a full English breakfast: sets you up for the day
One of the neighbours' cats, a tortoiseshell I call Little Miss, came and sat on my lap but only stayed a few seconds after I lit up. I don't think she likes Irish Flake...