There’s something about breakfast on a tray that is sort of decadent and spoil-y. I like the special-ness of it. I like the ceremony. I”m going to dress my tray every day, and I’m going to wander away from The Fray, as they leaf through the depressing newspaper, spill Weetbix and drip milk on their novels (true!)
I’m going to find a quiet spot and have a bit of tray service just for me. I think it’s going to be a tiny clutch at a calm start to the day. A clutch worth reaching for! Are you in?