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.