Breakfast or . . .

. . . a fuzzy shot of a woodpecker taken through our double-glazed bedroom first thing.
 
 
Judge for yourself, the woodpecker is at extras.  I think I made a wise choice, even though it’s just another food blip.
 
 
Food being the main thing on a Sunday, it’s traditional.  The chicken is in the oven, and the veg all prepared.
 
The bins are out ready for tomorrow, and I’m going to take the rest of the day off – well until it’s time to cook dinner that is  . . .
 
We found out at 11pm last night that we are Biskit sitting tomorrow and Tuesday as well as Wednesday.  Sleepover on Monday night.