Scrambled Eggs

That tongue is ten times better than the best pot scourer, and twenty times better than a pan brush.  Saves a heck of a lot of washing up . . .
 
This was after he had cleaned my porridge bowl for me.  Mrs W made herself scramblies on toast – Biskit was not interested in the toast . . .
 
Not a bad day at all today.  My ankle didn’t cause any trouble, very pleasant walk, and even my broken toe behaved itself.  We had two good walks.
 
Fish and chip supper planned for tonight.