I had decided last night that, for breakfast, I was going to make these. I mean who doesn't love bacon and pancakes, so putting the two together must be twice as good right?
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Of course, whilst I was struggling (and turning the air blue) in the kitchen, the children were beautifully behaved and helpful. Yeah, didn't sound likely did it. S decided that she wanted to wear her party dress to school (a beautiful handmade pink silk frock with a matching petticoat and crystal organza overlay, another beautiful gift from my mother) and threw the tantrum of all tantrums trying to get her own way. Whilst D just wouldn't get out of bed, even when threatened with a wet flannel and a water spray, and by the time I had dealt with them, I realised that K had climbed into the kitchen cupboard and was working her way through a jar of pickles. Aaaaargh!
But we got there eventually. By 8 'o'clock we were all dressed and clean and wolfing down bacon pancakes. Admittedly, I didn't have time to put any make-up on or do my hair until after I had done the school run and the kitchen (and the bedrooms, and the bathroom, and everywhere else in the darned house) was a disaster area but we got to school on time, remembered all the bookbags and lunchboxes, were dressed smartly and had a proper cooked breakfast instead of just rice crispies. So I suppose I should really class this morning as a success. I suppose. Or maybe not.
Mrs H x