I am not a morning person. I think this is reflected in our rather chaotic weekday breakfasts. For a start my two early birds are usually down before me, so I feel I'm playing catch up from the minute I walk through the kitchen door.
The kettle goes on first, while I tackle the dreaded packed lunches. And yes, it would be more sensible to do them the night before, but somehow I always manage to talk myself out of it.
My night owl slinks in about now; grumpy, dressed for school but no socks on. Never any socks.
Then the clamour for food begins: the grumpy one likes a straightforward cereal and toast breakfast, the youngest is keen on fruit and yogurt, and the eldest is eating houmous on pittas at the moment. Last week it was mackeral pate... Then again I usually have a dollop of cottage cheese and chilli sauce on my toast, so it feels plain wrong to make a fuss.
The rush to get ready really kicks in, and it's a mad noisy whirlwind until they're on the school bus.
Now I get to eat my bendy, cold toast, washed down with half a cup of tepid coffee.
But honestly, none of this puts me off. I know I'm not a heap of fun first thing, but I do love a good breakfast - especially when it's leisurely, fried, and someone else makes it.
The gallery theme this week is Breakfast.