... and I have a paper due by 5.00 pm.
So it's time for a blog post.
A random, newsy one of course. Because you are all so enthralled with the minutiae of my life, right?
• It's raining.
• Yesterday I hung three loads out on the clothesline. Love th e smell of sunshine in my smalls. Today it's back to the clothes airer in front of the heater.
• I am always appalled when I hear about some countries which shall remain nameless where the inhabitants don't use clotheslines but use their tumble dryers a ll year round.
• The dog has been sneaking old lamb chops out of next door's compost bin. He is now lying behind me farting like crazy.
• I was always under the impression one should not put meats and fats into compost bins as it encourages rats and mi ce. And neighbour dogs.
• Last week the children's school held its inaugural music concert (it's a tiny school and the music programme only began this year). Most of the children performed simple beginner pieces on their violins, with the teacher and S on #1 leading them. Then the teacher and Son #1 performed two beautiful and very impressive duets. I basked in the parental glow of having a talented child. (They're partly my genes, ok?)
• Today is School Photo Day. Son #2 announced yesterday I hope my hair grows a bit for the photos!
• Three fat flower spikes have appeared on the dark purple bearded iris.
• I am busy knitting for an order! This means I must get a PayPal account and won't I then feel posh.
• When I was a child I always thought when I was a proper grown up I would intuitively know how to make sponge cake, be able to change a tyre, not need as much sleep, know how to make white sauce, be able to curb my temper more easily and make a successful gravy.
• I can make a really crappy white sauce.
• Last week was Book Week. On the Wednesday the children had to dress up as their favourite book characters. (This is for school, I hasten to add. I do not make my boys indulge in these sorts of things for my own viewing pleasure). Son #3 refused to dress up but they made him go in the parade anyway in his school uniform so boy was he embarrassed. That'll teach him, I heard the teacher dressed as Little Red Riding Hood say silently. Son #1 asked me to cut up an old army blanket into a cloak shape (at 8.00 am, yeah sure my love, said I, the good mother) (ahem) and went as a hobbit. Son #2 the future vet/farmer/animal activist who has just discovered the glory tha t is the James Herriot vet books went as ... wait for it ... Tristan from It Shouldn't Happen to a Vet. Yep. Tristan, the younger brother of Siegfried, the employer of James, the protagonist of the book. He spent the entire day explaining to chil dren and adults alike who he was.
• It's still raining.
• Go read that white sauce link above. You won't regret it.