Another "Snuff" drabble!
Vimes wasn't sure how she felt about seeing seven o clock twice in one day. She suffered through it when Little Sam was a baby, and thought she was done with that nonsense.
However, she was thinking she could reconsider seeing as seven am in the country brought two young ladies carrying platters of-
Vimes' nose couldn't believe it and neither could her eyes as the women brought out bacon and sausage and gravy and fried eggs.
Her husband had the notion that Sam should eat healthier, which boggled Sam's mind as she had been eating the way she had with no trouble for 40 odd years now.
But she loved Saul, and, more importantly, at home he was the one who cooked and bought the food, so she contented herself with a Blt[1] at work and at the damn rabbit food at the house.
Saul noticed the look of avarice and utter want on his wife's face. "It's vacation, my dear. Eat what you like."
Those were possibly some of the best words her husband had ever said to her.
[1] Blt because it was BACON lettuce and tomato.