Breakfast at the Yellow M.

After the last two days, I wasn't particularly surprised that I fell asleep on the sofa last night. More disconcerting was being woken at 5.30am by O dressed as a Roman legionary in preparation for Roman day at school.

I suggested that he practised shouting "Ave" somewhere else, so he planted himself on the front steps and started yelling "Ave cyclists". It was all very funny and rather surreal.

After a start to the day like that breakfast was not going to happen without resorting to the maccy-D drive through.