marmite

Yesterday was an exhausting day- chores, studying, guitar lessons… My brain was aching at the hellish thought of schoolwork. “Breakfast!” exclaimed mum, sounding slightly frustrated. I galloped into the kitchen like a starving hippo and sat at the kitchen table. “Does this look like a restaurant?! Set the table yourself!” Mum wasn’t in a good mood today. As always, Dad’s face was still stuck to today’s paper. Mum asked me what I was going to have for my breakfast.”Anything but marmite.” I said, gathering the knives and forks. Dad’s head swung up from the table like the tail of an angry squirrel. “No, I love marmite!” He yelled, furious. “What kind of person would hate marmite?”