Cafe Culture

I love it when we finish a walk to the playing fields with a stop at a cafe where my mum has breakfast or, depending what time she got out of bed, brunch.  She eats the same thing – bacon sandwich with a latte (large, one shot) – but the timing decides what the meal is called.  At home I don’t get titbits from the table but I do when we go to a cafe.  Don’t appreciate the bread very much but love those nibs of crispy bacon. Of course I don’t refuse the bread as you never know when you will get your next bite.

I get a dish of water as well because by this stage I’m hot and done in from bounding around after the ball on the playing fields which aren’t like the beach where I can pop into the water to cool off.  Hope we go again tomorrow!