I found this note shoved under my bedroom door this morning. Little Miss Abby was obviously feeling very hard done by, you can just read her indignation between the lines, can't you?
See, thing is, the agreement at Cassa Shrinky is that hubby and myself take it in alternate weeks to get the kids up and breakfasted. When he is on the island, it's his shout for the early shift, I take over the week he is in London However, hubby is not quite the soft touch I am, he draws the line at taking orders for breakfast. Bacon, eggs, toast, tea and freshly-squeezed orange juice is sadly missing on his shift. They make their own toast, help themselves to cereal, and are expected to put the kettle on if they want a cup of tea. Understandably, mine tends to be the more popular shift.
This morning it appears it all got a little too much for little Ab's (she really and truly does love her food). Seems she even ran out of squash and actually had to drink a glass of (God forbid) - water!
Yikes, imagine being reduced to that, eh? (Giggle.) So that is why her spelling is all over the place? The poor kid needs her brain-food!
Well, being as how it is Shrove Tuesday, guess I can cut the girl some slack. 'Sides, it's sure nice to know she enjoys he old ma's home cooking.