What I would like to have: the finest smoked salmon, perfectly scrambled eggs, delightful range of juices, perfect coffee in a bronzed pot with elegant cup and dishes, served on a large silver tray by gentle and skilled hands that also plump up my pillows and offer me a post-breakfast massage.
What I actually get: a rushed cup of coffee, a hasty pre-shower yogurt, some kind of muesli woolfed down and a dash for the bus holding some sort of protein bar.