Highlights of the past few weeks:
Kicking off a mission to bake 50 different kinds of bread before I leave this earth.
This is brown soda bread, which is like Bread for Dummies since you just use baking soda – no faffing with yeast. It was bloody beautiful, especially dunked in Reassurance Soup.
Looking after the kids.
It’s still a “shove random things in pots and cross fingers” approach because gardening books and websites just make me scream in confusion after awhile. But it’s all looking green, so rock on!
Watching Scruffy, my new favourite Eating Disorder Pigeon, potter round the yard.
Maybe he got into a brawl or a cat tried to take him out. He was pretty much ignored by the other EDPs…
… but recently began to pursue a pretty little bird.
A week later and they’re inseparable, guzzling seeds and wandering side by side down the rows in the veggie patch. Until Dr G yells out the window, “Oi! Get arf my parsnips!”
Dr G and I also spent a couple of days in Belfast and saw a Metallica gig.
And Dr G ate a chocolate eclair the size of his head.
(I had a custard tart with berries on it but the photo was blurry; hands shaking from anticipation)
Gareth is usually indifferent to sweets so I was surprised when he said, “Oh man, I’m having that eclair!”
“Really?” I said.
“Oh aye. I always wanted to have a chocolate eclair when I was a kid and Mum never let me have one so now I’m going to have one!”
“Dude that’s a slippery slope,” I joked, “I spent years eating all the stuff my mother never let me have when I was a kid and I’m still paying for it!”
He only got halfway through before threw down his spoon in defeat, saying that maybe his Mum had his best interests at heart after all.