Breakfast is the hardest meal in our house. Every morning I have a secret fear that Supernanny is going to burst through the front door and take one look at our breakfast routine (Molly's three half-eaten breakfasts; the temper tantrums; the 99 times I have to jump up and fetch something for Molly and best of all the way that every day just as I take my first bite of toast she says "Mummy i've pooed") and give me a good telling off about how to manage breakfast. The truth is that I'm not a morning person and I find confrontation this early in the day very difficult so we've just given up really...
You know you're getting old when your greatest fantasy is brunch with Evan Davis. Everyday I switch on the Today programme and hear his voice and drift away into a reverie about sitting in a smart London restaurant having brunch whilst an interesting and educated man talks to me about current affairs.
In reality he's probably got children too so it would still end up being a conversation about nits.
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