Saturday coffee.
A violinist on a street in Prague, where thousands of Czechs gathered on Friday for the funeral for former President Vaclav Havel.
We’re having coffee at home this morning.
The house is quiet and the decorations from last weekends annual holiday bash are still up, waiting for the arrival of Leigh and Candy. The grandkids and their parents must juggle grandparents and this year it is the turn of the in-laws.
Tomorrow morning’s tradition is a breakfast of scrambled eggs, the best bacon (three rashers per person), Anne’s sticky buns, fresh squeezed orange juice and coffee. When the entire family is together breakfast is preceded by stocking presents and followed by the major presents, which purposefully frustrates the youngest
Old school.
Tom Waits.
Popout
