With The Boy off sunning himself in France for a week without me, rather than crying into my tea and toast I decided to treat myself to a very indulgent breakfast to enjoy with some freshly brewed coffee. I awoke to a bright, sunny day, a tidy house, and a stack of magazines to catch up on. I'd also had the foresight to stock up on brioche, eggs, milk and créme fraîche on my way home from work the night before. My conclusion? Being home alone isn't all bad and such a beautiful day calls for Naughty French Toast for breakfast!