pointlessness

I’ve just had my dinner. It was, as I believe I have already mentioned, sausages (3), eggs (2), beans (57) and chips (19), and a nice hot cup of tea. Oh yes, and a slice of bread and butter. With salt and vinegar, and HP sauce, and just a dash of worcester sauce, and a grind or two of pepper for the eggs. Unfortunately, I managed to break the yolk of both the eggs as I lifted them out of the pan. This was a great disappointment to me, very distressing. I like to break the yolk with a chip and now I had been robbed of this pleasure. I ate the meal in a depressed silence.