When daylight savings conspires against you…

and the baby, who went to bed early because of lack of sleeping opportunities during the day therefore wakes at 4am for a massive feed,

and the boys, because it is suddenly very cold overnight and daylight savings kicks out and the clocks go back an hour wake at 5am,

and you went to bed late because you were looking at everyone’s show & tell posts about chocolate while scoffing Violet Crumbles until midnight,

and Sunday stretches before you looking very long and very very hard,

and when it’s only 8am and you’re already only holding it together on a wing and a couple of Neurofen Plus (GOD I love that drug),

there’s only one thing for it:
pancakes, maple syrup, bacon and a big mug of Billy tea.

Normally, I’m a lemon juice and sugar on my pancakes kinda girl, but today, nothing was going to cut it. Crispy to within an inch of its life bacon, thick fluffy American style pancakes (made with buttermilk no less) and lashings of maple syrup.

Sunday since dawn on minimal sleep – mwahahahahaha – bring.it.on.