‘What do you mean, no waffles?’ Bodie’s eyes were even bluer than usual with indignation.
‘Porridge?’ suggested Doyle helpfully.
‘Porridge? I don’t bleedin’ think so.’
‘Okay, omelette. And then one of those chocolate croissants you like. Only one, mind - think of your ticker.’
‘But I wanted waffles. Waffles, Ray, with all that cream on top and the
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