A Special Sunday Breakfast
Whilst I was at Britmums Live, my family learnt that when the doorbell goes at 6pm on a Friday night and there is a Tesco Delivery of food that you didn't order you should think it must be blogging related before turning the driver away. Luckily before the driver left, Daddy half remembered a conversation he'd had with me a few days before and realised that this unexpected delivery of food was for our special Sunday breakfast, thanks to McCain's who were rather pleased about their Hash Browns. Sunday morning found Big Boy happy that I was home with the family, so happy that he insisted I got up with him at a time too early for the morning after a blogging conference. As I came out of my bedroom, I was pretty sure I saw Daddy smile and snuggle down into the duvet as if he'd set Big Boy up to this, so I thought that we should cook breakfast for everyone else in the house, as a sneaky hint that we wanted them to get up too. And so we did. We fried eggs and mushrooms