Bacon sarnies in the caff after ballet

Another good game, I wonder if he plays it with friends at school, is sharp intake of breath. In mock horror the first breathes in a deep, sharp breath, as if scared, or surprised at something 'over there,' then, the other does the same, looking in the same general directon at the 'horror.' Then the first takes another deep breath, followed by the other person taking a turn, and again and sometimes again. That'll be enough to be laughing too much to be able to do it once more.

Sometimes Bradley doesn't like the intrusion of the paparazzi. Just too tough, sonny.

But I stop there. No more pictures of Bradley for a while.

On the other side of the table, we have a ballet princess, who doesn't eat her crusts, but certainly knows how to enjoy a bacon sandwich.

I guess, it may be graceful or sheer delight in pork.

In greasy spoon cafes, I know, you can eat your sarnies anyway-you-want. And she does.