A bird is singing and hubby is eating his breakfast he made. For himself. I am not hungry. He is having bagel, smoke salmon, poached egg and tasty cheese from NZ. I poured him a glass a juice and he made coffee which I am drinking too. Their walk was not so good because of the fight and no parking nearby. It was way later then usual when we go for walks in the morning. It was 9am.
The Poetry Dervish