The Golden Thread....

.....I've come to realise through food fads and hotel breakfast temptations that if I avoid straying from my breakfast golden thread, life is better. 

Nancy left early for work in the big smoke, poor her. I, meanwhile, greatly enjoyed the arrival at the feeders of some of the birds who join me for breaky each morning. Two weeks of no feeder re-stocking (whilst we holidayed) means some of my usual breakfast mates have dumped me. However, word is out about our return and the gang of spugs have returned in numbers, as have the jackies, blackies, tits (great, coal and blue), dunnocks, stuckies, shelfies, craws, the ruddock, collared and wood doos. No sign of the yellow yorlins, nuthatch or wren yet. 

A day of grass and hair cutting, cooking and washing awaits, but first, the crossword.