Waiting.

There were eleven of us last night for Bbq'd sardines, spatchcocked chicken, spare ribs and the expertly turned merguez sausages! (Can you tell we're clearing out the freezer?) Much wine was consumed, and our friends didn't leave until almost 1am, so this morning is rather a slow one.
I made a plate of toast and honey to go with our second mugs of tea, and was followed back to bed by these two, who despite having both been fed, sat and waited for the crusts.