Sam grinned as she realised Elizabeth thought it was Monday already, what a depressing thought.
"No need to rush" she told her friend, "Finish your breakfast first. I'm still waiting for my cereal to go soggy" It was a terrible habit but when she had been younger she had always been so engrossed in a book if some sort that her cereal had always gone soggy before she had gotten to it. Now it was the only way she could eat it, a habit she knew Lizzie wasn't overly fond of.
"Read the paper, no doubt you'll have more luck than me in finding something interesting" Politics was not Sams thing, she wasn't overly keen on bureaucracy in her opinion it stopped things getting done.