Ok, having breakfast in itself isn’t unusal.
But I’d taken SB to nursey, by the time I’d pottered around bit Helen was up, so I cooked up a nice breakfast – Tofu, onions, mushrooms and garlic fried up on toast, nice mug of coffee, sun shining though the window, BB obliged by going to sleep, so we sat down together to eat it.
I’d like to say we had an indepth conversation, but actually we sat there reading ‘The Guardian’, but it was nice quite calm moment to share, and we don’t get lot of those nowadays.
Sounds lovely.
yep, and can identify with the appreciation of it!
That does sound blissfully calm
MMmm Heaven!
Oooooh… what a lovely idea to dream of!