Mornings around here rest pretty much on the broad and capable shoulders of Daddy. While Mummy is attempting to make herself human, or at the very least unsmelly, Daddy tackles the chores of the house and gets things moving with breakfast. He tackles the fire, the dogs, socks, missing slippers, variable breakfast selections (and re-selections) and all before he has had so much as a cup of tea himself. That hour before he heads off for his day of work is very precious to all of us.
The days (and sometimes nights) may the province of Mama, but the mornings…the mornings are all about Daddy.