BJG felt like a treat this morning so we went for his breakfast up the road, the dogs and I. I just was not really hungry so I ate only a bite of toast with egg. And had delicious sweet and milky black tea. We ate on the patio and a ukrainian family (grandparents and young child) came by and started talking ukrainian between themselves and petting the dog. We spoke english. Ukrainian is a super sweet sounding language. They had moved here 32 years ago.