My peak whinge, after contracting covid in Brussels, after the night of the hotel fire, going down and up and down six stories of stairs often in the dark with asthma and covid and no longer young, I ordered a 19 euro breakfast over the phone in the new hotel. After room service told me how I was supposed to have done it by marking a form and putting it on the door by 2 am (when I’m not sure I’d reached the room by 2 am), she started suggesting things to order and suggested muesli, which is my standard breakfast — I love Bircher muesli! Anyway, what I got instead of my beloved Bircher muesli was instant oatmeal — it was absolutely dreadful even with European yogurt on it.