... on this misty grey Monday.
• Toasting marshmallows over the fire each evening.
• Desperately wanting this cookbook, based purely on the aesthetic qualities of the cover. Is this wrong?
• Listening to Son #1 and his violin teacher play a Bartok duet.
• Visiting friends who also have three boys. Our #1 and 2 are the same ages as their #2 and 3 and the two pairs are great buddies. We did a swap on Saturday and each took home a different child for a sleepover.
• Son #1 and his friend are classical music fiends and bomb partners. You know, because we believe in encouraging our children to explore a diverse range of leisure activities. (For those of you who joined my blog late and have not yet witnessed the amazing Soup Pyrotechnics, I direct you to here.) This time they made a model house, complete with chimney, windows, tv antenna, barbecue, letterbox and tiny wee people, and proceeded to blow it up. Spectacular to say the least.
• Listening to Paul Kelly in the car with the same two children. Hearing them gradually overcoming their snobbery regarding any music composed post-eighteenth century and admitting to each other that they actually quite liked it. Listen, it’s going up in fifths. Ooh, that went into a major key there. Me smiling to myself and not understanding a word of their discussion. The mysteries of a musical education.
• Buttermilk pancakes for breakfast.
• Missing Son #2 (on the sleepover, remember?). The house doesn’t feel right when one of them isn’t in their beds.
• Son #3 feeling teary as he didn’t have a special sleepover friend. Special treat for him – watching Narnia on DVD.
• Taping Whale Rider which was on tv last night. A great coming-of-age story for pre-teens. Heck, for anyone really. Highly recommended.
• Two miners, trapped underground in Tasmania for six days and feared dead, found alive on Sunday evening. (The third man sadly was found dead a couple of days ago.) The country holding its breath while work continues to get them out safely.
• Today – taking Son #2 for his follow up appointment at the Fracture Clinic. The plaster cast that is UP TO HIS SHOULDER will remain for another four weeks. Then dropping in to Uni to hand in a (late) paper on witchcraft, gender and sexuality in Germany in the early modern era. Which I finished very very late last night, er, this morning.
There have been many requests for the slipper pattern, so I’ll dig it out and post it, as well as the accumulated list of recommended mystery authors for young adults, over the next few days. Watch this space.