SUNDAY / 48

IMG_4315.JPGI woke up in between these two puddings on Sunday. Giggling and up with the birds, I kept rolling over and trying to sleep just a few more minutes, with feet in my back or a dead arm underneath Daisy's four-and-a-bit year old head. Lots of 'Meggy, I think it's morning time', and 'I can definitely see that a little bit of the sun is up' and 'we can have pancakes for breakfast'. And it was morning time and the sun was up and we did have pancakes.

LAST YEAR.