It is 9.10 AM, I woke up just now and I can smell my son cooking bacon in the kitchen. He has three of his friends staying over last night and it looks like he is making breakfast for his friends. Ah ! the joys of kids growing up and being able to take care of themselves.

A little while later, I am planning to do my standard sad pout and get one of the kids to feel sorry for me and make me a cup of tea. ( it has a 50% success rate).

Today, I am planning to read Caroline Moorehead’s A train in winter. Story about 230 French women send to Auschwitz.

I thought I will post a video of the place I call home.

Have a jolly good day.