After the bread round a few weeks ago, life got incredibly busy and we discovered that small things can throw our week out of kilter completely. First there was a drving test afternoon, then a brilliant open day in Kells Wholemeal in Bennettsbridge with a lovely lunch and lots and lots of new ideas. Then the open days started and for two nights the youngest baker had to check out secondary schools. Interesting, fun and good to do but they do eat into the night on the wrong side. By Friday morning, I had done three nights of under 5 hours each and my eyes hurt purely because they had not been closed long enough. Friday mornings – the day after the market in Kilkenny – are normally easy. Just the bread round, no apple pies and normally an easy stroll though a mornings routine. The junior baker, who does prep on Thursday evening after the market, normally gets the morning off because I can easily swing the show on my own. As I keep boasting – I am fast. On this Friday however, I was so slow, I was nearly in reverse as I struggled from dough to dough and was nearly overtaken by the rise of the yeast. The morning escalated into panic as I dropped a new bulk bag of Butter milk on the floor and created a milk lake. Not only did the junior baker have to appear to save the day but the other - school going junior baker had to be pulled from his bed early as well to make sure we actually got out of the door in time. Pathetic start to a day as they both reasured me that I was not actually ill but just tired. Most people, they said, feel and act like this every morning and could I maybe in future show some sympathy with the normal morning person. Well, if that is true, if you non morning people, feel this terrible every morning, than I am sorry for talking before 7, sorry for trying to make plans before 7, for dealing with family logistics at breakfast and for even suggesting that you might like to pull yourselves together. I think non morning people should have a free morning pass because whatever they do in the mornings can not possibly be of any value to their employer. What a miserable life a non morning person leads in the morning. After the bread round will endeavour to be nicer to the others and never, ever again get so tired that a mornings work and an accidental buttermilk lake presents such a challenge. As another week starts, we plan and scheme how we can fit a working day into reasonable hours, have time for family and still have a night of longer than 5 hours. There are after all still things to be harvested out there.