On Friday my wife had worked a gruelling fifteen hour day, including a meeting at lunchtime. In case you are wondering, she is technically 'self-employed' so she doesn't even have to opt-out of the European Working Hours directive! This came at the end of a very tiring week and she was exhausted. In a fit of uncharacteristic consideration, before taking Boris off to his football training at 10:30 on Saturday morning, I took her breakfast in bed.
Spotting the tray heading up towards the bedroom, Boris exclaimed:
"Breakfast in bed?!! Why!? ...Dad - it's not Mother's-Day you know!"