Strange Thoughts of a Strange Man

There was a man at breakfast from Eastern Europe who seemed to be eating everything. He had a huge plate of pastries and kept going back to the buffet for boiled eggs and cheese. I was amazed.

Madame (the breakfast lady is always Madame wherever we are) was a little rushed off her feet this morning. She asked us twice for our room number and forgot to get the hot water. I blame the young married couple wanting scrambled eggs.