Munch

The feminine touch, eh? Ulrika is still on sick leave which means that she's at home when the kids have breakfast. She makes every effort for the first meal of the day to be a special occasion: candles on the table, a flower, maybe even the reading of a fairy story. Quite a contrast to breakfast time with me. I'm like an irate zookeeper at feeding time. I hurl a few stale crusts at the kids and scream: "Eat you varmints! Eat!