I do love my morning toast. Not every day can I be found pushing slice into machine. But it's as good a start to the day as I can think of. Unless you are gluten free. Then not good. But this morning the breakfast tray was brought to me, allowing me an additional 10 minutes to sit on the end of the bed and gaze out over the fields. I've done this for as long as I have lived in this house. Gazed over the fields towards Wales. Sometime the skies are full of birds, and other times nothing stirs. But that 10 minutes just sitting doing nothing before work, is often a saviour to my busy day. Normality and toast. Bliss.
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