special occasion

Once a year, tiny people make a mess in the kitchen and then inevitably spill things when they enter the bedroom. They call this day 'Mother's Day', because it's a day when mothers only have to make two meals instead of three. My children are pretty excellent at it.

You could be forgiven for thinking that hobba is actually somewhere you might take your car to be serviced. It has that small industrial feel that's usually reserved for Collingwood and beyond and, well, it's a converted warehouse cum garage. But the untreated wood fairies have worked their magic on the inside, and there's a kitchen and tables and all kinds of things that really make it a convincing - and lovely - eatery.

This year we had Christmas breakfast at my brother's house, which seemed like a good strategy as he is a chef, and not a shitty one like the ones at KFC, but a proper one who works in restaurants.