In case the word pinny is not widely used (I'm Scottish), it is an apron. Stick on your aprons, for today is cooking day.

Long, long ago, in a far away time, I was the unhealthiest person who lived. Then forces combined, I turned over a new leaf and have never looked back. I'm passionate about breakfast. I make breakfasts seven days a week and sometimes it is a far better meal than my dinner offerings. I'm told this is how it should be for a happy digestion... eat like a King for breakfast, a Queen for lunch and a pauper for dinner.

So, today then. What are we having? Or tomorrow if you are unprepared. Personally, the humble egg is my best friend. Get out a small pan and slide in a little oil. Crack in two of the world's best sources of protein, preferably in silence. Look out the window whilst allowing them a few minutes to very gently bubble. Lift, then lay them honourably over a crusty source. Give thanks to the knife and fork as they aide your first achievement of self-care in the day.

Eat well my friends!

Love from

The room above the garage.

A Moodscope member

P.S. Removing the pinny before you leave the house is not essential but often spares blushes. Yet another thing I had to learn the hard way.