Sunday morning, wet day and separating eggs.

1. No one else is awake, and I can do exactly as I please -- which is sitting on the sofa with a magazine.

2. It rains hard and persistently for the rest of the day and I feel pleased that I got into and out of the woods early on.

3. Teaching Bettany how to separate eggs by holding the yolk and allowing the white to run through her fingers -- she is making soufflés for supper pudding.

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