Breakfast

She filled her bowl with cereal and opened the fridge.
No milk.
Bugger. Time for a rethink.
There was a jar of jam in there which she took out before opening the bread bin.
She found a crust that once belonged to a white loaf but was now all green.
There was nothing else suitable for breakfast anywhere in the house. There was only one thing for it.
She twisted the cap off a bottle of vodka and took a huge slug.