Brazilian breakfast

OK, not quite. But a few years ago we went travelling and discovered that the Brazilians know how to do breakfast.

So every day, as we gaze out at the grey clouds, Daisy and I eat papaya and pretend we're sitting on Ipanema. That's a sneaky wee Caipirinha in the beaker.

Happy to note that she redeemed herself on the sleeping front last night.