Sunday Morning

For the past year or so, Sunday morning around our little house has meant a roll in the stroller over to the Irish Pub. Not very Thai, but then again, neither am I.


We love the fresh baked bread, and the baker has really taken a shine to Little. He often gets a hot slice of fresh-from-the-oven. (Luckily, it's bigger than his whole head, and Mum gets to eat most of it!)


We'll miss the Irish Pub and things like fresh, young coconut when we head to the USA, but can you say, "fresh raspberries," "tree-ripened peaches," and "crisp Paula Red apples"??? (We can't wait.)