I am not breeding I have bred.
My days of having to munch through a pile of cold floppy toast covered in either too much jam or butter or both whilst making appreciating noises and staring at the limp daffodil at the side of the tray at stupid o'clock in the morning are long gone.
I have had lovely cards from my children a rose, six bunches of Channel Island narcissi and a beautifully printed chicken voucher from eldest daughter. She will be coming here next weekend and we will redeem said voucher for the real thing.
Busy here packing books and 'stuff' up ready to take it up stairs and cleaning the bathroom floor.
Can't bear going out on a day such as today (see also Bank Holidays). Everywhere is over run by parents trying to look happy whilst dealing with screaming and mis behaving brats in shops bars and restaurants which have inflated their prices for this special occasion.
Mr C cooked breakfast which is something that I was going to do but I had to field a phone call.
Pottering in the garden this avro followed by roast beef for supper.
The weather is good so all is well in my little world.
