what could be worse than death you may ask?

Your husbands sad attempt at breakfast in bed of course! It’s way worse when he gives you the hopeful look too, just like John’s doing right now.

“C’mon, just one bite love.” he pleads, placing the platter with the food on your lap. The English breakfast before you is nothing more but a disaster, burnt everything and - is that hair? from his beard?

“Please..?” john begs as he looks on, a hopeful look on his face