We woke up for a traditional english breakfast, eggs, sausage, bacon, black pudding, ham, and toast. I loved it. Kelsea not so much, perhaps it was the black pudding. (like Blood pudding). Off to a very busy day. We had borrowed the inn keepers alarm clock and the next morning she was an hour late getting the kitchen open for everyones breakfast. Perhaps she wont be lending it out any more.Ginette, I am sure black pudding is not the right name. Pehaps it close to creamed coffee?
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