The sky over Breakfast Club
Mmmm. Sunday is the morning that I get to lie in. Mr B and Bibsey have breakfast together. On a good Sunday this might give me two whole hours of extra sleep. The good kind. The kind of sleep that you know is not going to be disturbed by the baby waking because she is already awake and in good hands.
The ratio of mess to food actually consumed is not always quite what you would hope for, and the late start puts me on the back foot for the whole day, but that rarely matters on a Sunday and I wouldn’t want anything to break up Breakfast Club. For which I am truly grateful.
However, as I understand it, the first rule of Breakfast Club is that you do not talk about Breakfast Club. The second rule is that you DO NOT talk about Breakfast Club. ‘Nuff said I think.
To add to this Sunday yumminess, right now all is quiet. It is midday, the sun is shining and Mr B is out visiting a mate. Bibsey is having nap. The house is quiet.
Apart from the sound of the odd bee buzzing all is quiet. I am going to leave you there and go and lie on the sofa in the shade. I might read a book. I might drop off to sleep. I might have a glass of cava. This is Bibsey Mama’s Sunday Lunch Club. ‘Nuff said.
Happy Sunday y’all.
Note: Due to having to lie on the sofa and then some technical issues I was not able to post this on yummy Sunday. So I am posting now. Happy Tuesday y’all.
