Granola, a book, and a home

Another lovely, sunny day in Surrey. 

For breakfast, I had some of the delicious Cherry Vanilla Granola I picked up in San Antonio at Central Market. 

(Bryan’s finishing their not-so-great Cranberry Craze Granola by sprinkling it on yogurt.)

I’ve only a hundred pages left of the novel I’m enjoying. 

At first I thought I was going to just drop Slammerkin because I didn’t like the main character, Mary Saunders, but then I started feeling sorry for her.  Imagine being kicked out of your home into the night by your own mother . . .  I always knew that no matter what I did my parents’ home was a refuge for me.