Bananas

We buy bananas. Sometimes they all vanish (typically when Kid B eats about six in a post-gym smoothie) and sometimes they don’t. And we also have a surplus of milk. So what else was I supposed to do other than make banana muffins?

Long dog walk. Ankle still playing up. Worked a bit. Made muffins. Met Kid B’s not-a-girlfriend (I dunno who he thinks he’s fooling) for the first time.