breakfast in bed and DST
The superkid this morning, in spite of DST - managed to get up before me, and before seven (which he never does) and not only to make his own breakfast, but mine as well. Two folded up slices of bread with some chunks of cheese in them were my glorious share. He could not find the tea, but that was a minor inconvenience. Breakfast in bed on the first day of spring, watever more could a mother wish for!