Dd is away, I was on breakfast-chef duty.
Two big pancakes each with half a sliced banana and lemon juice
An avocado
A poached egg with a large slice of buttered toast.
He’s 7! And skinny as a rake.
What on earth he’ll be wanting to eat when he really is a hollow -legged teen, I dare not imagine.
He was an almost off the scale fat baby, too.
To Complain or Not To Complain?
Do people still stamp their feet in anger?
