Breakfast . . .

 
But what’s missing . . .  ?
 
 
This brought back memories of some forty-five years ago when I would leave the mushrooms in the microwave at Sunday breakfast.  Today I had this feeling that something was missing, and I completely forgot to cook them.  They get fried these days.
 
 
Mainly a cooking day today.  Tonight’s dinner is all prepared and the chicken is in the oven at part two of the roasting – the slow time.
 
 
Just been visited by the daughter, grandson and Biskit (most important) bringing a ‘Father’s Day’ bottle of wine over.  I have now found a home for my Velocipede.  I did give it a short ride, enough to say that I won’t be riding it again.  My sense of balance has a job to keep me upright on two feet, let alone two wheels.
 
 
Now to take life easy.