Perfect Morning

My perfect morning occurred on the recent Bank Holiday. With three children, a lie-in is not really a possibility, but there are advantages to rising early. The day dawned clear and forget-me-not blue, with a heat already in the air that promised a scorching day ahead. Mr Pram took the children downstairs for breakfast in the garden, ran me a bath and brought me breakfast in bed. Wholemeal toast, honey and a cup of Yannoh, a feather duvet, silence, sunshine and an Iris Murdoch (The Nice And The Good). Couldn't think of a better start to the day. If only every day began this way, I'd be in permanent Mary Poppins mood.