Alex was in the kitchen frying a few eggs. It must have been some time around 9 or 10 am. He was singing to himself. He let the eggs fry as he opened the fridge. A few beers, some yohgurts, a few bottles of fizzy drinks, junk food and milk. He grabbed the milk out and put it on the countertop. He picked up the kettle which had just finished boiling the water and poured the water into two cups of tea followed by some milk. He went back to the eggs and took the pan off the heat. He placed two eggs each on two plates. He looked at his masterpiece. Eggs, sausages, patato scones and a few strips of bacon. The perfect Saturday breakfast. 

"Babe breakfast is ready" he shouted