As far as the sort of tomfuckery this island liked to throw around all over the place, the last weekend actually hadn't been too bad, but that didn't stop Wayne from just feeling glad to have woken up that morning back to his proper age again and having things get back into their usual swing of things, just in time for Monday Morning Brek'est Breakfast as normal.

Even if his reasons for being glad for this were about a good 50/50 split between just liking things to stay as normal as possibe around here and the fact that he'd run around calling his girlfriend Thuri.

And, oh, sure, he'd get over the lisp just fine. He'd done it once, he'd do it again. But it wasn't himself he was worried about getting over it, it was more other people, but if they had a lick of sense to 'em, they'd just forget about it and move on with their lives.

But that was usually the problem.

Either way, there was breakfast that morning, like pert'near every Monday morning, with all the usual things because somehow the island managed to provide enough in the fridge for it even if Wayne hadn't exactly had a chance to do his usual Sunday breakfast shopping that weekend.

[[ and of course, if it's brek'est, it's open! ]]