Breakfast in bed?

Always breakfast in bed going back to single days and getting started on dark cold mornings with no heat on in house. Bed was warmest place for few more minutes of comfort.....

My sons used to make me breakfast in bed for Mother’s Day when they were little, it usually consisted of soggy toast, cereal and extra milky tea, both disgusting and emotionally delicious at the same time. Precious memories that I will always remember and cherish

I have never had breakfast in bed except when I was in hospital.

I had the ginger biscuit routine when pregnant . Works a treat . Not really a fan of breakfast in bed. It reminds me of stays in hospital when I wasn’t really ill but having corrective surgery on my legs.

CanadianGran

I've never even considered it. The only time I've even had a cup of tea or glass of ginger ale in bed is when I have been ill.

Mind you, I do sit at the kitchen table and leisurely have my oats, coffee and read a magazine or newspaper for about 30 min each morning. DH doesn't eat breakfast, and his tea goes in a travel mug which he takes around the house doing is chores. When he's up, he's up... not a sitter.

Me too. DH was wonderful looking after me when I had to have surgery. Up and down stairs several times a day after I’d rung the bell. Other than that no tea in bed. Up and out with the dogs early every morning but now no dogs but old habits die hard. I love being up and out early for a walk every morning and wouldn’t dream of staying in bed.

The only time we have a lie in is when we’re away from home and staying in a hotel, we do enjoy that.

We always have coffee in bed and read the newspaper. Depends who wakes up first who makes it.

Breakfast, nightime snacks, in bed. Bliss

Haha, no, I eat enough downstairs!

No food or drink allowed upstairs in my childhood home, and it’s a rule I stick to as well! (The only exception was during pregnancy when the doc prescribed the ginger biscuit business!)

It would never have been allowed when I was loving with my mum.

All the more reason to do it in my own home, as she always said when I had my own place, I could do what I wanted.

🙄 Loving and living.

Uncomfortable, I would prefer to eat at the table, if I ate breakfast. However, I sometimes take my coffee back to bed if it is early.

I live in a flat so there is no going up and down stairs.

Not for me…..much prefer to get up, make a morning cup of tea and take a long lingering look out the window at my winter back garden or wandering around outside on an early summer morning.i do love my bed though, but it’s for sleeping in ….not eating and drinking in!

We have an upside down house, bedrooms downstairs, kitchen, living room and our bedroom upstairs so there's no going up and down the stairs. If we are not going out I have grilled
bacon & tomatoes with toast on Saturdays, and toast & marmalade on Sundays, all served by lovely DH!!

Every morning, a cup of tea with oats, nuts, seeds, fresh fruit and yoghurt. No spills or crumbs.

I make up a flask of boiling water with a splash of milk the night before and take it, plus a mug to bed with me. A little pot of teabags on the bedside cabinet and lovely fresh tea when I wake up 🤣

MissInterpreted

I've never had breakfast in bed either. The idea just doesn't appeal to me. I have, however, had a cup of tea and a ginger biscuit in bed when I was pregnant with my daughter and suffering from morning sickness, after my doctor advised it and said it would help - and it did do the trick!

WhenI first got marrried my husband used to bring me a cup of black coffee and a couple of ginger biscuits before he went to work. Inevitably as he left for work next door's cat used to rush in and join me in the bedroom where we shared the biscuits and then he would drink the dregs of the coffee and then cry at the back door to be let out. I wouldn't see him at any other time except morning coffee.

I wouldn't give a thank you for tea, coffee or anything else in bed, but when friends come to stay.

Not brekkie in bed, but at the other end of the day,.......
When we were first married, hubbie was studying for Chartered Secretary exams via evening course.

He would get me to test him on the legal questions when we were in bed, along with a tray of cheese and biccies and coffee.

Oh, the wonders of youth, neither of us has any problems sleeping after that and did mind the odd crumb of two in the bed.

My dad always brought us a cup of coffee and a home made rusk before we got up and ready for school. Even now, decades later, hubby and I still have coffee or tea with some home baked buttermilk rusks, and do our sudoku of mahjong games before getting up and going.

I also had a cup of tea in bed every morning for over 50 years by my husband. He used to come back to bed and we always drank our tea together, lovely start to the day. We had to switch to mugs when he could no no longer manganese a cup and saucer, then when he became ill our roles reversed for a little while, until he confessed that he really did not like me bring him tea in bed, said it was just not the same, so we both then had our tea after we got up. Ever breakfast though as neither of us liked to eat until we had been up about an hour!

I would hate even so much as a cup of tea. But I know a lot of my friend’s husbands take a cup of something up daily to them!

When I was first married I had to leave for work much earlier than my husband as I commuted for an early start while he started later after a very short drive. If I had breakfast at all it was something I could eat as I drove. I used to wake him as I left. Consequently on Saturdays I refused to get up first and he brought me coffee in bed, but not breakfast. The truth is I didn't really like coffee in bed but it became a matter of principle to stay in bed until I got it!
One day he had to leave before me and brought me coffee before he left. I really didn't enjoy it and thought it tasted odd. When I mentioned it to colleagues at work one asked if I could be pregnant. It turned out I was and I went right off coffee! I'd just started a new job and was testing medical test kits for hospitals which we manufactured, so my afternoon task was to test a pregnancy test kit and include a sample of my own. I was so new I couldn't interpret the results myself so I sat at my desk while my colleagues crowded round the machine as the samples went through. A big shout of YES told me my DD was on the way!
Once I had children lying in on a Saturday ended for many years!

As a child I often had breakfast in bed at home and at grans. The houses were so cold it was the best place to be while someone lit the fire and tidied up.