Nigerian owned joint in Rugby. It wasn't quite 9AM, but I asked for a polony gatsby. She steered me towards a fish and chips, however, so I had that. When it came out, I exclaimed, "Looks great!" which got a big smile out of her. The food, though, was awful. The chips were undercooked, and the fish wasn't crispy enough. Whatever.
I had been roaming the streets since before dawn. Just after 7AM, I took a photo of two women who posed for me. I thought it turned out pretty good, but later, I accidentally deleted it. As I stumble towards that ditch, mental lapses and mistakes will become more common, and it doesn't help that I tend to overextend my physical and mental limits.