I got up early and watched the end of the England v Croatia soccer match. Not that I'm really interested in any kind of sport, so this was an exception, and I really felt sorry for the England fans when they lost. I then showered and washed my hair and went food shopping (both of which I hate). Got back, hung out a couple of loads of washing, cleaned the litter tray (which I do at least 10 times a day) and made a cake in the Thermomix - see above. Lots of hand-washing along the way! And washing up. It's no wonder people buy ready-prepared meals. Cooking really is a lot of bother.
It's an almond and orange cake, and quite delicious, drizzled with orange juice and marmalade jam. Last night I made carrot and coriander soup and a chicken dish with couscous. Tonight I'll do apricot chicken for the family, and we'll have the cake for dessert. Philip seems to do most of the cooking. I find myself exhausted most of the time and do a lot of sleeping, in between yoga, pilates and aqua classes.
It's school holidays and Emma just took me upstairs to look at her bedroom. She's bought a new cover and cushions, to add to the many already there.
Hugo has asked me to repair a purple dinosaur for him, so I'll get my sewing stuff out to do that.
Slight progress with Mrs Polly-Wolly-Doodle, who spent the other night cuddled up with Mr Naughty on my bed! He allows himself to be patted, but no chance of picking him up yet. Here he is now, on the bed beside me, growing like a house on fire:
It's an almond and orange cake, and quite delicious, drizzled with orange juice and marmalade jam. Last night I made carrot and coriander soup and a chicken dish with couscous. Tonight I'll do apricot chicken for the family, and we'll have the cake for dessert. Philip seems to do most of the cooking. I find myself exhausted most of the time and do a lot of sleeping, in between yoga, pilates and aqua classes.
It's school holidays and Emma just took me upstairs to look at her bedroom. She's bought a new cover and cushions, to add to the many already there.
Hugo has asked me to repair a purple dinosaur for him, so I'll get my sewing stuff out to do that.
Slight progress with Mrs Polly-Wolly-Doodle, who spent the other night cuddled up with Mr Naughty on my bed! He allows himself to be patted, but no chance of picking him up yet. Here he is now, on the bed beside me, growing like a house on fire:
I agree, Sandra, 'Parsley' is not the kind of name you want to call out! Maybe he was named that because he piddled in the parsley! Emma still rolls her eyes at "Mrs Polly-Wolly-Doodle" and says, 'Nanny, you can't call her that!'
