There’s no such thing as a free breakfast
Heading home from my walk this morning, I thought breakfast had come to find me.

What looked like a perfect, ripe mango was perched between the bars of the Horizon building’s carpark on Premier Lane.

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I picked it up for closer inspection. While the skin was not damaged, it was, unfortunately, totally smooshed. I placed it back where I found it.
