Does anybody really want breakfast in bed?
Sorry, but I'm getting up.
My mum often says all she ever wants for Mother’s Day/birthday is breakfast in bed. This isn’t actually true, because if a certain beautiful-hearted son was to make her toast and coffee and deliver it proudly to the bedroom, not only would she emerge shortly afterwards to take some of the jam off the bread, she’d wonder what happened to the present.
Now I’ve tried breakfast in bed. And it’s like reading in bed, or eating canapes in the spa. It’s idyllic and carefree and rich and actually awkward. It’s why we developed unique furniture for dining, lounging, and sleeping.
I might have unwisely chosen to test the concept with cereal that I ended up slopping over the doonah while getting into place, but still, when I’m at a hotel, I’d rather shower and dress and go down for breakfast than prop myself up for room service and then find toast crumbs in the crevices of the Egyptian linen later that night.
So I put it to you. Do you actually like eating in bed, or is just a fashionably lazy thing to do and say?