Sunday, March 25, 2007

Very small voice by my ear goes," Mummy, daddy says to come and have fish fingers and scrambled eggs."

I sit up in bed. "Are you sure that's what's for breakfast?"

Big grins, "Oh, oh. oh, I think so."

"Better go check, honey"

Little voice fading down the stairs," Daddy..."

Reappearance - "Smoked salmon and scrambled eggs, mummy."

I am spoilt, aren't I? It came with fresh squeezed orange juice, capers and spring onions and crisp soldiers of toast.

Hurray for the gourmet!

2 comments:

Kenny Mah said...

Ah, finally found some time to browse blogs again! And what a lovely entry here. I don't think a mummy and wife can ever be too spoilt by her kids - big and small. *grins*

Just realised I hadn't added you to my Bookmarks page yet. Rectified this oversight immediately.

Glad to see you have Gaiman's Anansi Boys at your bedside. Nice to have a load of humour after his bestseller/serious tome American Gods. This one is less sprawling, neater, but no less a good read.

Have you read his collaboration with Terry Pratchett, Good Omens yet? I gave mine away years ago, and a friend gave a new copy to me this Jan for my birthday. A classic, that one.

msiagirl said...

Good Omens was the first Gaiman book I read, and this is only just my second - he makes me laugh a lot, as does good ol Terry.It's a great Chaos story and about family too - a good lesson that however far apart we are from them physically or emotionally, there's a part of us inexorably linked - despite the fact that we grow into our own person like a starfish cut in half. Cool.