Eggs

I headed to the Dr this morning, not a delight in itself, although being told I was a textbook case for a common condition that should not worry me was in fact pleasing. The Husband had driven me, given that I wasn’t confident I should be driving myself, and so we decided that brunch would be a good idea. Brunch around the bays is an even better idea, where we can see the waves, the colour of the sea, the sand and the seagulls. He had pancakes. I had poached eggs with hollandaise on potato rosti. And a flat white of course. A delightful morning.

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