I have never been too sure as to whether waking up late and having my cereal at a later than usual time of eleven counts as brunch.
Regardless, I have always wanted to be able to say to someone "lets do brunch tomorrow" and so I did.
My friend Sam and I had ice cream and pancakes, pastries, grapefruit and hot choc in a bowl (I'm so freaking cultured!).
It was actually lovely and I think I sort of got to understand the joy of brunching.
The meal wasn't entirely a breakfasty feast or a lunchtime affair; it was sort of in between.
It sort of felt like I was doing something a bit naughty, that whilst everyone else had woken early and scoffed down soggy rice krispies, we were enjoying pancakes gone eleven at a nice leisurely pace.
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