The next morning, we went down to breakfast as usual, our usual breakfasts:
bouncy_castle79 of scrambled egg, sausage, toast, and scone, me of fried egg, toast, and grilled tomato. This was the only day when our other guests spoke to us, which I gather is what is really supposed to happen in b&bs. All the other guests seemed to think Rick Steves was a genius, whereas we had decided he was made of epic fail. (Also, they knew immediately
bouncy_castle79 and I had been college roommates.)