Room

There's not much room left on the kitchen table. It has daffs and a pineapple and Easter Bunnies and bananas and marmite and pepper and sauces and a set of headphones and table mats and coasters and a fruit bowl and Flossie the hen and a notebook for the notes Mr H and I leave each other.

Before your imaginations run away with you, I have to say the bunnies are chocolate bunnies and Flossie is not a real alive- alive-o hen, she's a stuffed one,(fabric and beans, not dead and feathers).

We actually managed to eat our brunch at it, the table, that is, I am good at tessellation, so Mr H tells me.