"A breakfast meeting!" snorts Bert with that peculiar mixture of sneering contempt and personal shame that he generally displays when he thinks of the poor unfortunate creatures who have to get out of their beds of a morning. "How posey!" he added.
"Not a-tall," says I. "It's a very good time for busy people to meet. You're just jealous because you don't get to have breakfast meetings."
"Well. That's just where you're wrong," says he. "For I had a breakfast meeting with Wee Les this very day."
"Did you?" says I. "And what business deals did you cut?"
"He gave me a bag of piri-piri chillies and I gave him the last of the damsons and a bunch of scallions."