Breakfast

Saturday morning fry up, is there anything better.
With sausages and bacon from the butchers, fresh farm eggs, fried bread and of course tinned tomatoes.
A cafetière of fresh coffee and the Saturday Telegraph with all the time in the world to enjoy it all
Then having awaited Joshua's phone call telling me I could go to his school and PAT test his 'project' I found out I wasn't wanted (delayed until next week only) so Mark and I set off for a walk down town.
Very cold in the evening, a roaring log & coal fire seemed just the job.