Skittles

I'm sure if I had any energy, I could think of a reason why this is a perfect analogy for my day. But, as you all know, it was just the nearest previously-unblipped-object when I had a moment to pause and realise that I didn't have a blip. Coincidentally, a new bowling place is opening next week in Lavaur!!!! The town is a-buzz with the news of the wonders that await us inside. This will literally double the entertainment options available to us! (We already have a cinema, though the movies tend to arrive 3 weeks later than in the real world.)

Today the girls were in Carcassonne, and had a lovely sunny day for it. Meanwhile I ticked off various jobs, made chilli for this evening, Rocky Road for whenever and - somehow - *still* didn't find time to plant the hazelnuts. Looking at my diary this evening, I see that my next opportunity for such frivolities is the first week in April.

This evening saw the big party at school with the exchange students. TallGirl had requested I make chilli, so obviously I did. Every other parent showed up with a plate of charcuterie, or a quiche, or the inevitable "cake"*, and so naturally all turned to stare as I arranged a pan of chilli, one of rice, and all the accompaniments... at a party with only small spoons as cutlery... Despite my initial embarrassment, TallGirl was 100% right: the chilli vanished in moments. Interestingly (to me, no-one else probably) the Spanish kids called it "chilli con" and knew exactly why the cheese, guacamole and crème fraîche were there, the French kids just looked confused.

Much chat with the other parents about who had the oddest Spanish kid (not us) then home for more Outnumbered - which Alicia adores - and ... relax.

At some point I will get around to backblipping... I really don't know how I ever squeezed in an actual job.

*This does not mean a sugary cake, but rather a savoury loaf-shaped confection. I was once floored for two days by a neighbour's poorly cooked tuna cake, so am cautious of them at the best of times. With an odd tummy today (that's a water-related story for a backblip), I was extra-alarmed that people kept forcing olive cake on me (paticularly the one that was dry as dust, save for the raw bit in the middle.)