People for breakfast

So here we are happily ensconced in a guest house in the Blue Mountains. It's quaint with its games room and library and lounge areas with (fake) fires. Oh and quaint plumbing so I know exactly how many times the people next door went in the night. Cooked breakfast daily is included in the tariff. So this morning I was up and showered and dressed (even though I considered going in my jamas - they really are very nice jamas and I could have tossed a jacket over the top, a scarf even) and downstairs by 8 am. That was the the stated  time for breakfast but the dining room doors were locked until 10 minutes later. Hm!
Now I am not a morning person. Years ago David gave me a poster that said 'I think I'm allergic to mornigns' and learnt to avoid me and certainly not speak to me when I first get up. These days I usually head back to bed with my toast and cuppa and a book to read. I well remember the horror of managers' meetings in Melbourne where I not only had to spend a couple of days with state managers and then dine out with them but also had to front up in the morning for breakfast. I tried hiding behind a newspaper but invariably some cheery type would join me and make small talk or even worse talk about issues from the previous day's meetings.
So this morning I loaded my plate with stuff -eggs, bacon and all that healthy food and we sat in silence. But really, sometimes, I just can't help myself. People are such interesting things. I went to get some juice and there was a young guy about 40 years younger than all the rest of the guests. He just didn't meet the demography so I had to ask him about himself. A uni student as it turns out studying science. Back to my table to munch in silence. Four blokes were talking about life and all and one was describing how he is now a househusband and does all the grocery shopping since his wife still works. He went on to say that he peruses the supermarket catalogues at length to get the best deals and that his wife thinks that's nuts. The other guys were about to get stuck in to him when I rose from my table and went to his defence. We discovered we were all ex teachers, and that they had come on the train from Sydney (all for $2.50 because of pensioner fares.) Now I really enjoyed our brief exchange. How can it be that my non communicative morning persona was eclipsed by my busy body, nosey parker, talk to anyone style.
Tomorrow? Guess I'll just have to wait and  see....