It's a bleary Sunday morning. The heat is winding up, the cockatoos are shreiking. We sit around the table with our borrowed mugs, gearing up for a day at the beach.
The Japanese girl eats rice, fried eggs, tinned tuna.
My German friend has jam with her rye toast.
The Americans slather their pancakes with peanut butter and "jelly".
And me, well, I'm a Weetbix kid.