Karen’s Chat on Routines

We all have routines, right? I love them. It keeps me balanced and its a base for life. But when you them write down, as I am now, they are quite funny. I’ve realised how pedantic I’ve become over the years.

My morning consists of waking up at 7.45 making a coffee to bring back to bed. Radio 2 comes on and I listen to the news, although that is pretty grim these days. Whilst I come round, I read my phone or Kindle.

My favourite meal of the day is breakfast, and I never miss it. That’s always the same. Cereal and milk. I have different ones, usually, Shredded Wheat, or Weetabix and a banana, or Cheerios, or Cornflakes. I like Ready Break and porridge, too. Always followed by a freshly brewed coffee,

Except at the weekend, when it’s croissants on Saturday, and crispy bacon, with an egg on a balm cake on a Sunday. (Bap, roll, bun, whatever you call it.) Sunday tea time is the traditional roast dinner.

We have coffee at 11 am, a light lunch round about midday, and tea about 5. Tea of course is the meal, not the drink. Although I drink coffee, I have a cup of tea at lunch time unless I’m having soup, that is.

Then in no time at all its 9 pm and supper time. A cup of coffee and a biscuit, sometimes a milky coffee, sometimes plain black.

Outside that, I walk the dogs regularly and hubby does the weekly shop on a Saturday.

How about you?