Weekend breakfast

The weekends are probably the only time I get to enjoy a proper breakfast and something that doesn't consist of soggy Weetabix in the car or a fruit bar. And there is no simple pleasure than taking a few fresh smelling pastries back up to bed for a lazy morning catching up on blogs, the sun shining through the window (on a rare occasion - today was one of those!) and wondering what the day ahead will bring. It's also the only time that I manage to drink some juice, with Orange and Mango being ultimate winner of the month.Mmm.. Weekend mornings are fast becoming my favourite.

Oh hey there cheeky face trying to pinch my swirl.