I've been up early.
Today, as many in the last few weeks - there's a lot on my mind.
We have news, and today's the day we tell the children.
The news must wait till after Remembrance Day parade, though. Perhaps, somehow, the message of what others have been though, and continue to go through, in the name of their country, of freedom, of stabilisation and humanitarian aid, will help them put the news, when it comes, and as they digest it over the next few days, in perspective.
I suspect not.
I peel shallots, dice vegetables, brown meat. I take extra care to make sure the flavours are right: rosemary and bay, a couple of anchovies, wiped of oil and snipped up, hopefully to melt in to the gravy. The slow cooker is on, and there's a crumble to prepare.
Nothing fancy: comfort food, familiar food.
Food that will tell them that they are loved.
Uncomplicated food that we can sit down and eat without really thinking, so we can concentrate on telling them the news.
Wish us luck.