At five o’clock in the morning, His Majesty’s bakers would begin the process of making his bread for the day. At ten o’clock, after hearing mass, the poor old King would sit down for breakfast. As his servants always ate before him, his bread was not quite as fresh as theirs. The Master of Cups would pour him his watered-down wine and crack his soft-boiled egg that sat in its silver cozy. The Master of Knives would then butter his toast, while the Master of Fruits would peal an orange. Everyday it was the same routine, without any variation of any kind. If there was one thing the old King hated, it was a surprise. Surprises were dealt with by the harshest of measures: a thorough beating by the Master of Wands.
Beautiful Photographs 
Ha! What a great photo! **Pose? I think not. I am the Master of the Great Yawn.** 😸😼
Thanks, Lois! I really lucked out with that shot. GarGar is a great model. 😺
Your cats are adorable!
Almost catatonic.
That’s me. When I first wake up, I feel like the mummy climbing out of its tomb. My rheumatoid arthritis causes all my joints to stiffen. It takes about half an hour of movement to loosen them up. About the only exception is my jaw. LOL 😆
Haha. Take care, Russell.