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Friday, 31 August 2012

day fifty-one and breakfast-in-bed

Benny woke up after a good night’s sleep in the four-poster nest bed in the Lang Lang Suite and pulled the golden rope. A footman came to the door and asked Benny what he wanted for breakfast, and Benny said anything would be fine. 
“No fish heads, though.” he said on second thoughts. It was a bit early for that kind of thing. 
While he was waiting for breakfast, Benny remembered the dream he had after falling asleep reading a copy of Ding Dong’s controversial book, "The Lost World of The Monkeymen", which was on the bedside table. In the dream he was in the world of the monkeymen, looking up at the incredibly tall stone castles they had built. The ground was full of monkeymen running around, making calculations with their calculators. Some of them were inside strange-looking carts, following other similar carts.
Then breakfast came. It was on a large tray which the footman put in front of Benny sitting up in the nest bed. There was a loaf of toast, butter, about ten pots of jam - all different, peanut butter, a trifle, some fruit - bananas, apples, kiwi fruit, oranges, strawberries, pineapples, jackfruit, papayas, mangoes, H2Omelon - a pizza, a pot of tea and a pot of coffee. An apple pie. A country cottage cake with an edible garden, a chain of fish sausages with spicy rice and onion rings. That’s all. And a bottle of champagne and a plate of dumplings.

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