soft-boiled morning

Last Saturday our morning was busy and rushed, and we had our breakfast on the train to London. Today the morning was slow and easy going. I have to admit that I love both. I couldn't live without any of those two. I need to feel the urgency of things to happen, I need to be excited and busy, I love going away from the routine, from home... But I couldn't take it all the time. I equally love the feeling of not having to do anything "right now", sitting in the cosy living room and being able to celebrate delicious breakfast at 11.00 in the morning.
Today was one of those lazy mornings...
My breakfast - yummy! Also reminded me of the eggs my Mum made for us during the Christmas break :)