As those rather strange people that don't have children, we are not usually up and about at the weekends too early. We're not lolling around in bed until midday or anything, but when someone knocks on the door around 9 or 10am, I'm probably shuffling about in my slippers and my favorite t-shirt that says "I ♥ TEA" on it.
Some Saturday mornings we are fortunate enough to have one of our neighbors come to visit with part of his ever-burgeoning family. A couple of Saturdays ago, Dedy brought us some of his famed espresso, piping hot and a real treat for us tea drinkers. The following Saturday, in weather conditions that almost (I said almost!) preclude a hot coffee, he brought espresso frozen into an ice cube tray and a jug of milk. We poured the slightly warm milk over the espresso ice and enjoyed the best iced coffee of the summer while playing a little loft soccer with his youngest son.
If only all Saturdays began like this.