Boxing Day Breakfast

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Christmas day, and while this ‘trip’ may not be as exciting as some of out others it is the one that my darling daughter misses most, the trip to the café. Up early-ish and we take the dog as usual, but especially today as it is boxing day and as he is a boxer it is his special day. While Scott enjoys his long black and creamy mushrooms and chorizos, I swill down my latte and blueberry pancakes. Spike gets his treat of hash brown and bacon delivered to him by the indulgent café staff, spoilt dog.

Apparently London doesn’t do breakfasts and Fran is really missing a good old kiwi café with good coffee and decent fresh breakfasts. So it just goes to show that some times the best trips are not to exotic far flung places, but just down the road.

Now off to do the next festive tradition, mow the lawn!

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Photos

Christmas Tree
Who needs pine or plastic when you can have the real thing, a flowering Pohutukawa!

Boxing Day Boxer
Hmmm bacon, see Franny I did make it onto the blog