Work is Love Made Visible

Every morning, except Sundays, my husband makes porridge for breakfast, which we have with linseeds, berries, yoghurt and muscovado sugar. Today, the sunshine gave this quotidian sight the glory it deserves.

In the extra, sparkling jewels on the pavement of the Ramada Hotel, where Gill and I called in during our walk - to use the loo, actually, but we treated ourselves to a pot of tea and a tiny mince pie while we were at it.