Breakfast Tray

As a treat, Himself occasionally gets a boiled egg and marmite soldiers for breakfast, rather than the usual muesli. Sunday mornings seem to end up a sort of buffet breakfast, with several cups of coffee and toast and marmalade and merging seamlessly into lunch time and a bacon sandwich and cake!

Sundays aren't really days off for Himself either, because although Her Majesty gives him the day off from the postal duties, there is plenty to keep him occupied here! I keep offering to help, but my woodworking skills leave a little to be desired, apparently!

I love all the blips of the snow, and the stunning scenery all white and beautiful and feel a bit left out that we haven't had a single flake up here. It is, however, very chilly and there are showers of sleet and often of hail. Taking advantage of a patch of blue sky, Ollie and I ventured out for a trot round the hill, but the hail stones drove us back! He snuggled up in front of the radiator and I picked up my knitting.

Going to do something interesting with duck legs for dinner tonight . . . . not quite sure what yet though . . . . !