My girlfriend cooked pancakes for my birthday. She said to me, now that I was thirty, I can have pancakes for breakfast everyday. Since then, I’ve had peanut butter on toast, tomato and vegemite on toast, porridge, a few croissants and a bagel.
As it turns out, dreams can be skewed. When I was younger I wanted to be a spy but I failed the ASIO entrance exam. Now, I work in a bakery in Moonah and write when I can – about falling beauty, art, flowers and rot.
It seems everyday there are reliable disappointments – you take nos for an answer, if you push the toaster down twice you will burn the bread. But then, you can make banana pancakes instead.