The fodder of her native heath

      We were at breakfast, which for me in my indulgent age was Russian style (sausage, brandy, and coffee and for her the fodder of her native heath: porridge, ham, eggs, black pudding, some piscine abomination called Arbroath smokies, oatcakes, rolls, and marmalade (God knows how she’s kept her figure), while we read the morning journals.


Flashman and the Tiger, p.254, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Time for a little something

       I suppose Cardigan’s “Walk—march—trot!” at Balaclava is the most memorable battlefield command I’ve ever heard, but J.B.'s order for breakfast at Harper’s Ferry runs it close.


Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.283, Harper Collins, 1995.


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Military intelligence, Flashman style

Intelligence work is nuts to me* , so long as I can stay close to bed, bottle and breakfast and don’t have to venture out.


*Not in the sense of crazy or unbalanced, but rather an enjoyable pursuit.

 
Flashman in the Great Game, p.246, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.



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