Friends

Yes I'll come and help you if you let me take a picture of you first ;)

I had to let Steve know today that when he starts back at work, my baking escapades will most likely stop. I learnt today that I cannot follow one of my scrawled note-style recipes (which rely on a whole load of assumptions and thoughts not written down on said recipe) while my children are attacking my feet and legs, demanding food and toilet assistance, and meddling with kitchen appliances causing me to have brain-farts and making stupid mistakes in the baking. Or having to leave it to others to decide when they're ready to come out of the oven. Or forgetting about things burning on the hob because of just too many things to be juggling at once including children waking up crying. Gahhh. Still, we got scones made (miraculously, as I was worried that the accidental addition of the egg meant for brushing the tops with into the dough would cause them to fail), a second batch of almond shortbread made with honey so it held together better but got left in the oven a bit too long so they were brown rather than golden, and the chilli we made in the evening after the boys went to bed ended up burning so I need to figure out how to clean the welded-on carbon coating off the non-non-stick bits of my frying pan without destroying more of the non-stick coating that's still there.

Friends round for dinner this evening, "high tea" sort of, pickings in the garden, enjoying the peace and the sunshine and the air. Cake and scones and biscuits and chicken and pasta and rice and salad and pies and pasties and great company and lots of laughter.

Wish whatever is unsettling Bear would hurry up and let him get on with life. He's increasingly clingy and exhausting and it's all I can do to comfort him, it's typical that he's going through this just when I really could do with him being his happy self and letting me get on with little things like TIDYING THE HOUSE READY FOR US TO MOVE. *sigh*