A BHS Breakfast

This week's Gallery is 'A Happy Memory'

My father worked permanent nights, my mother worked days.  This meant there was always a parent at home.  In the school holidays, every Friday Pop and I would drive mum to work then he would take me to British Home Stores for a cooked breakfast.

I loved the 'one sausage or two question'.  I don't know why!  I just did.  After we came home, he would sleep and I would read mainly.  It's what we did on a Friday.

Of course I don't have a photograph of it.  Who would think to take one of something so mundane and regular.  But I have spent a whole weekend pondering a happy memory and whilst thinking it should be one of my weddings (!) or at least the birth of my daughter, even the euphoria of those days doesn't quite touch the happy, warm, familiar, closeness of those breakfasts. Just me and him and a sausage or maybe two.