Primal Breakfast Habits

Moving out of my last London flat has been a stressful experience, to say the least. I'm not sure what it is about cleaning, scrubbing, polishing, chucking out and packing that is so very painful, but it finished me off.

Luckily, I have some fantastic friends to look after me during my last days in London. Not only do the Nañawas make me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside, they also have excellent breakfast habits... Bacon/chorizo/cheese/cream scrambled eggs with pork adobo and a side of triple shot americano & cream, anyone?

Communal nose picking is sooooo primal