.....without breaking eggs - true in the literal and lateral senses of course!

Back down to earth with a bang today - a day of dashing around (again), some modicum of excitement (a lighter factory on fire in Eastleigh, where I've been this afternoon) and lots of 'stuff' waiting for me when I got in (kitchen in chaos in particular - builders now finally finished! Hurrah, I cry with feeling).

So, at 8.10pm I suddenly thought....what on earth are we going to eat tonight?

Answer, mushroom omelette and voila, the broken eggshells just said....'photograph me' in such a seductive way I couldn't resist....but then self-control never was one of my strong points!

Oh and the eagle eyed amongst you will notice date stamps on some of the shells - we're now six weeks into a seven week ban on eating our home-laid eggs because our hens are on medication.....broody old Molly managed to catch lice! I can't wait for next weekend when we're going to have an eggfest celebration.....clafoutis, home-made pasta, all the works - it's been breaking my heart to break the eggs into the compost heap.