|Cold-almost icing up in fact!|
Where brekfast started for me...a lovely lie in with a cup of tea thanks to my wonderful husband.
Where breakfast ended for me... a very civilised tea for one in my conservatory. Bubble and squeak from last nights left-over vege and a hot pot of earl grey, blissful. Pity it was enjoyed with the background soundtrack to Meg and Mog playing on the TV as O2 relaxed on the couch, ah well at least I got to eat all of it on my own, no sharing!