Soft boiled eggs and soldiers. Eggs from a girlfriend's hens. Sliced white bread from the bakery with lashings of butter. A sprinkling of salt.
My family to share it with.
Oh yes, it is good to be home.
We begin our final term of school today after our unexpected super-long holiday. You'll find us in the sitting room by the open fire snuggling under Grannie. She is almost, almost done. So satisfying that.
A Peaceful Day indeed.