IT'S EARLY...

... TOO early!

Rose clearly doesn't understand that weekend mornings can begin a little later than weekdays. She's been up and niggling since 6.20, much to the disgust of Lily (and me) who really didn't want to be awake at that time.

As a result, all the jobs round the house are done, the girls have had their first walk, everything is organised for the cake I'm baking today (apart from the chocolate which I need to buy from David's shop - but he doesn't open till 9.00 on a Sunday, so I'll have to wait a bit. See, even David gets to have a lie in on a Sunday.)

It may sound a little strange to talk about 'David's shop' - but I suppose it's a mark of how important the guy is to our village that everyone refers to his shop by his name. I would be surprised to find any village shop to match ours to be honest. It's a tiny area, probably smaller than our living room, without the extension bit and yet it's crammed with over 10,000 lines of really high quality products. David himself is a legend! He has a wicked sense of humour, knows everyone by name, waves everyone out of the village in a morning and back again in the evening. In short he is a total star and our village would be a lesser place without him.