I don’t eat breakfast every day any more. When my children were school-age, I used to eat breakfast once I had seen them off to school, but now I drink tea, and then I am not really hungry until later – either I have a piece of fruit or wait until lunch. So breakfast at the weekend is something I really look forward to. It is my moment of calm; table set, newspaper ready. I am ready to enjoy my hygge breakfast tea or coffee and perfectly cooked soft-boiled egg. I serve my toasted rye bread with cheese and jam – I was brought up with bread, cheese and jam – then yogurt and fruit compote. Breakfast is all about lingering, and it can take hours to read all the week’s newspapers.