Toasty warm bed.
It’s my favourite place in the entire house (kitchen included), and especially on the frosty winter mornings we’ve been having of late. But if there’s one thing that will have me humming down the stairs, it’s the promise of breakfast.
A slow breakfast. The type that involves multiple mugs of milky tea and something warm to munch on. The type that you don’t need to get changed out of your flannelette pyjamas for. The type that involves crumpets.
Oh, I know. You’re pooh-pah-ing me already.
“Crrrrrrum-pets?!” you spit out “Those bubbled, flaccid, tasteless things that come from the supermarket smelling like plastic?”
But no! For these are home-made crumpets that even the Bean was fond of (and she is not fond of much).
Robust. Slightly salty & yeasty. Pock-marks perfect for sopping up an overflow of butter and mulberry jam.
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