Good Morning!

Welcome to the start of my day.  It looks like this.

The little guys are great believers in starting the day with a hearty breakfast, often they ask for it at 3.30am.  I dissuade them from this, of course, with a kind word and an admonition to wait until a more reasonable hour. Just to be clear, I never tell them to eff the eff off.  

For their part, they never - well, hardly ever - return and return and return until my patience snaps and I get up with a cry of "Oh for eff's effing sake".

I say all of that.  I love them very much.  They put a smile on my face at stupid o'clock in the morning, every morning.  As I speak, they are romping around the flat.  Bonkers.  But loveable.