Breakfast for daddy

'Daddy' had been on nights last night so he had his breakfast at lunchtime, but nevertheless Lottie was determined to make it for him so we ran about while he was asleep to make sure we were back in time.

I must admit I don't give her the chance to do as much as I should in the kitchen, I should try to make her a bit more independent - she did a good job with a bit of guidance and help lifting the kettle.

We managed a quick walk, then I did a full roast with my own Yorkshire Puddings (very proud!) which we ate outside.

It was a tough day, had a few tears in the afternoon thinking about my dad, but I got through it and I guess next year will be easier.

Shame the weekend is over!