If there’s one thing the Bois get from me, it’s the love of a Slow Morning.

Alf on Saturday…“five more minutes” before he starts thinking of hot chocolates and “pethe bara ne” {brioche}…

Robb on Sunday morning…on the sofa with the dog, watching something on the History or Discovery Channel and “shall we have eggs for breakfast, Mam?”, knowing I can’t say no…before he heads off to work.