Especially weekends with the parents where I get tea in bed and a cooked breakfast!! I very rarely have a cooked breakfast these days, but when I go to Mum and Dad's for the weekend Dad nearly always cooks up a breakfast on Saturday and this morning it was very much appreciated - sausage, chipped potatoes and fried bread - it doesn't sound like much, but it was very tasty, especially the marmite on the potatoes!
I know that many people wouldn't call that a proper cooked breakfast because it doesn't include all the other bits and pieces, but I am a fussy eater (as many people will tell you) and that little cooked breakfast was just right. And the best thing was that I didn't cook it myself, food is always best when someone else slaves away in the kitchen. (thanks Dad!)
A weekend at my childhood home is always a relaxing one, I usually sleep better...whether that's because I am surrounded by people (and dog!) that can listen out for me, or whether I am simply back in my childhood home and so I relax more, I simply do not know. Whatever the cause I nearly always unwind very well in this house that Mum and Dad have lived in for thirty years and I know every nook and cranny even if I am no longer quite so certain where the biscuit tin is ever since Dad reorganised the kitchen!