It was one of those typical Sunday mornings – slow. A couple of cuppas, computer catchup was nicely underway – and then it came to a stop. A request for French toast by my granddaughter for her breakfast suddenly cut through the equilibrium. Oh dear. Amazing how one little seven year old can totally change the whole course of a Sunday morning… Nana looked at her and, of course, received one of those ‘sweet and cute’ looks that are so hard for any Nana to refuse. So, I duly complied, and the French toast was cooked. It was then requested to have it with icing sugar sprinkled on top. Hmmmm……