And a bottle o’ rum (might help, too)

Happy weekend! We made it to Saturday! In case you, dear reader, feel strange and sad and like you'll be sat on the sofa, surrounded by mess, feeding a baby for the rest of eternity, here's a boy with a muslin on his head, pretending to be a pirate in an upside-down footrest. His attempt at … Continue reading And a bottle o’ rum (might help, too)

I am taking a stand, in a manner of speaking

It's Friday afternoon, it's miraculously sunny (so I should be outside getting H some quality Vitamin D), the house looks like an outtake from Hoarders (so I should be tidying), and I've got a ton of work to do (so I should be, you know, doing it). But Henry is asleep, and I'm going for … Continue reading I am taking a stand, in a manner of speaking

A good day for good company

It's true, it's true: days that start with sunshine can take you just about anywhere. Today we woke up and the skies were clear for the first time in several millennia. We flung open all of the blinds and had celebratory pancakes for breakfast. Then we followed the sun all the way to Oxford, and … Continue reading A good day for good company

Grandpa

Toddlers are conflicted things. Alongside a dominant personality strand we will name 'The Raging Whirlwind', Henry also wants to keep things as they should be. Let's call this 'The Grandpa'. He can't see an open stairgate without trying to close it. If the fridge lock is undone, he tries to fasten it. The things in … Continue reading Grandpa

So this weekend I made a pumpkin pie

There was so much maple syrup in this thing, it was singing the sweet Canadian song of its people. It was a bit clovetastic - half a teaspoon, which for future reference tastes like seventeen orange Christmases and is pretty choke-worthy - and the pastry collapsed. We called it pumpkin galette and pretended I'd done … Continue reading So this weekend I made a pumpkin pie

A love letter to my favourite Saturday

I think I am in love with Saturday. Saturday is just the luckiest of all days. And Saturday-me is so much more congenial than Monday-me. Monday-me cleans the house from top to bottom, dodges flying balls of tomato soup - BIFF! WHAM! - cleans up again and eats far too many chocolate biscuits, for which … Continue reading A love letter to my favourite Saturday

Make space in your Friday for this

I am pausing in the middle of the longest washing up event known to man, and sitting down with my wrinkly monkey hands and this:   Cinnamon tea, fig jam on toast, and a Nigel Slater autobiography I found in a charity shop for £1. Henry and I are going on a roadtrip later today … Continue reading Make space in your Friday for this

All you need is a good umbrella

Rain, and rain, and rain. Good effort, summer. I can see you've really stretched yourself. When it's grey and fuzzy like this, I just want to curl up under the billowy duvet and sleep. Not so for Timothy, who doesn't believe in daytime naps and has instead gone to climb Snowdon for the weekend. It's … Continue reading All you need is a good umbrella

Pastry face

There are occasions where you find yourself, at 11pm on a Friday night, painting chocolate pastry with melted white chocolate. It seemed like a perfectly reasonable Friday night to me. Mountainous homemade sausage rolls, Skype, Sherlock Holmes and the longest baking endeavour known to man. White chocolate is a highly satisfactory medium to paint in; … Continue reading Pastry face