Hope you’re all having a lovely weekend. In the week, we went to a marvellous breakfast place called Sunday. I’d never been there before but it was very good indeed – on a freezing Thursday morning, on a street that is (to me) in the middle of nowhere and it was packed.
I had the pancakes. I crave pancakes pretty much all the time; my body must be trying to put on fat for the winter. Not that it needs any more.
My husband had the full breakfast, which he said was very good. If we’d been there after 11am, he would have had the rarebit.