Father's Day breakfast

I came down this morning late after staying up to see the four year annual ritual of England losing in the World Cup. Good job I was there by the TV in 1966 with my late Dad and brother, some memories you have to hang on to. Anyway the smell emanating from the kitchen and the promise of a breakfast for Father's Day cooked by my son, J, cheered me up and I settled in to watch the cricket whilst enjoying the displayed fare. Not a bad start to Father's Day.

Have a lovely day fathers, grandfathers with your sons, daughters and grandsons and granddaughters!