Yawwwwn, good morning.

Dad and I just fixed ourselves a full English breakfast: eggs, toast, sausage, broiled tomatoes, no mushrooms, but who really eats them for b-fast anyway?

I read I Capture the Castle this week, and pretty much since page one I've had a hankering for boiled eggs and biscuits and beans and toast. Oh--we forgot the beans. Next time, next time.

This is what I want for Christmas.

Have a lovely Sunday, friends. I'm off to do yoga in my living room.