A Raw Egg On Toast

[poliphilo]

I dreamed I was a red-coat soldier- an aide de camp or something of the sort to the Duke of Wellington. The Duke spoke to me but his accent was so thick I couldn't understand him. This was my first day in the army and I was unsure of the etiquette: I went to the canteen to get my breakfast, and said "Good morning" to the woman behind the counter- which was entirely the wrong thing to do because- the pecking order being what it was- I should have regarded her as beneath my notice. "Auntie will greet you," she said- gently but firmly- and directed my attention to the woman who was stood behind her, supervising her work. The breakfast she served me consisted of a croissant and a raw egg on toast.