me me me

On my way to bed last night I was waylaid by the teen, who informed me that my Mother's Day gift from him would be breakfast in bed and therefore what did I want and at what time...

I requested a cup of tea and a ham omlette, both of which I know to be in his culinary repertoire, I also asked for breakfast to be at 8...which I thought was more than likely outside of his usual weekend waking hours.

Colour me shocked, when shortly after 8 there was a knock on the door and breakfast was delivered (he did take himself back to bed for an hour after his hard kitchen labour).

Little miss bossy had asked earlier in the week whether we had any plain white mugs, we have/had one and it's only featureless because the pig snout on the bottom has been worn away by the dishwasher.

The mug on the left is from LMB (I don't dare use or wash it because I think the writing was done with a Sharpie & although that will write on china, it doesn't mean it's dishwasher proof...) the mug on the right is actually LMB's but the teen must have had his sense of humour firing on all cylinders this morning to choose that mug (out of the many in the cupboard) for my breakfast cuppa.