The birds on my bird table had hot porridge for breakfast this morning. They fell on it like starving waifs.
I had 3 'I love you mummy''s and 2 cups of tea before 9am. What a start to the day.
Despite it being just the children and I, I made us a roast dinner at tea time. The children laid the table while I did the last minute touches. We said 'cheers' and 'bon appetit'--them with their baby beakers and me with the chefs treat of an early glass of wine. It was heavenly food and a perfect way to end the week.