Nothing like breakfast in Chelsea

Due to working late on Thursday, I decided to treat myself to a breakfast out along Kings Road. I got ready for work, made my way to the bus, jumped on the bus and arrived at a French patisserie ready to enjoy a coffee and read my book. I should know better when in Chelsea, as I knew something would divert my attention and ultimately have me writing about it here.

Sitting across from me when I sat down was a gorgeous little boy with his mum. Gathering from his actions I believe his mum must have just told him that she was pregnant. The little boy was rubbing her belly, kissing it and was just genuinely so excited at this prospect. About 10 minutes later the mothers friend arrived with her two little boys. Now from the noise that was being made, I knew this was bound to be entertaining. The boy didn't stop interrupting any conversation that was happening and sounded like a 30 year old arrogant man. But the icing on the cake was when he started screaming 'Pan au chocolat-ey mummy, pan au chocolat-ey mummy' and would only stop when the mum asked the waitress to lie and say that there was none left!

After hearing him shout and trying to get his way, my queue to leave approached right as a couple wearing matching outfits walked past spoiling any intentions of keeping my food down.

This is Chelsea darling....