Sunday mornings are, in my opinion, one of the best times to bask in hygge and chez nous, today was no exception.

Eldest daughter was not only out of bed before breakfast (winning) but came bounding down the stairs with enthusiasm to make American pancakes. “Can I?”… Shoving flashes of post culinary bomb site to the back of my mind I responded with an equally enthusiastic “Hell, yeah!” And left her to it.

Cue my opportunity to sit at the breakfast table and immerse myself in the Sunday papers (which for me is hygge, away from online news feeds*) of The Telegraph and the Observer for balance and here is what I read / learned / absorbed;

• One of the best relationships you can have is with your sibling 

  

And in this case it’s a business relationship. Living hygge in fact is a sibling effort, with one foot in Cornwall and the other in Munich. It’s a way of doing something I love with someone I love. It’s fairly new so we haven’t had too much time to scrap over it, but we will, i’m sure. And there are plenty of sibling businesses around, thinking @pixiwoos and @cornishfoodbox. Kings college professor reminds us that family businesses are probably the earliest ones around and gives good advice to avoid common pitfalls.

• swearing like a trouper is actually a good thing

  

And this simple test where you have to think of more than ten swear words in 60 seconds proves it. I’m top of the class. Nought to ten in ten seconds. Jeremy Clarkson would be proud. I won’t list them all here. You can’t cheat. Doesn’t swearing make you feel good? It does me. Sometimes no other words will do.

• I wear the same scent as Poppy Delavigne

  

And that must make me uber cool / trendy / skinny right? Always been a sucker for @jomalone and I’m only sorry that Apple haven’t yet invented scratch and sniff. It is gorgeous. 

• Real books should be available on the NHS

  

It is true. I have a kindle and frequently migrate to the old fashioned, paper ones for comfort, wellbeing and nostalgia and I do feel better for it. We need more “real” stuff generally and yet, here we are. I’m online, you’re online, and isn’t it just fab?

Some woman who has a job and children is telling us how she does it.

  

I don’t mind admitting that I actually have no idea who she is but she seems nice, if a little bit smug and serves a purpose to show that even those who are (I’m assuming) rich and famous, have to balance it all too. She even goes as far to say she hasn’t had alone time with her husband since June and when they do get together, she still quite likes him. Hurrah!

And then the best bit of all. The pancakes arrive. They are delicious. We scoff them, they are gone and damn, I forgot to take a picture but there’s something a bit sad about interrupting a family breakfast to take a picture to share with the world. I lavish her with praise because she deserves it. My Sunday has started off in the best possible way and I am happy and hygge. I’m just not going to look at the state of the kitchen.

*by the way, I have deliberately not read the bad and the sad news.