Sunday morning madness
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: The Washing machine drowning out Sunday Morning with Eddie Nestor
We've made the mistake of cleaning up the place before eating breakfast. Now the poached eggs are going to be ruined, the toast is burnt and, after watching Henry fonda in On Golden Pond last night, I feel no need to reign in my >ahem< endearingly crotchety behaviour while my wife criticizes me for 'constantly' blogging.

We had a very nice day yesterday with Elisabeth's co-worker Jane and her husband ad two kids but I'll let her write about that. We're off to the town center this afternoon to drink coffee in a cafe, read the Sunday papers and get some groceries.

-Toodleoo!