In a futile effort to kid myself I have some level of control over my increasingly insane life, I spent a therapeutic half hour organising my blogroll into alphabetical order. Anal? Undoubtedly. Impressed? Probably not. If I've inadvertently mucked up anyone's link, or lost anyone altogether, do let me know.
Oh, and we are now green. But I think it needs more tweaking to achieve the perfect shade of pea green.
I continued in my efforts to soothe my shattered soul by making a rice pudding which, for me, is the ultimate comfort food. After a serve of Heinz tinned spaghetti, that is.
Unfortunately, the rice pudding looks like something the cat sicked up, and nearly as frightening as the escaping cake so there will be no photos. It tasted sensational though, especially with a dollop of cream and some strawberry jam.
In other news, Son #1 is playing a Lost Boy in Peter Pan right now. We went last night and were mightily impressed. And amused. A tree was knocked down twice, the fireplace fell over in the first seconds of the play, Tinkerbell kept forgetting her wings were wider than her body, which made a couple of her exits challenging, and Peter Pan forgot her line (yes, Peter is played by one of the girls and a mighty fine Peter she is) when one of the children asked her "Can you really fly?" She looked blank for a minute, then said brightly Yes! (Like, duh). The fight scenes between the pirates and Lost Boys and pirates and Indians were done in delicious, hilarious slow motion, and the chief Indian shouted something in fluent Japanese as she exited the stage. But the best bit was that Captain Hook wore her (yes, for some reason all the male parts were played by the girls) hook on her left arm before interval, and her right after interval. Priceless. Son #3 sat next to me and wheezed with laughter all the way through. It was a brilliant night. The line that got the most laughs? It had to be Michael's, when upon hearing that his birth took place at 2am said Oh Mother, I hope I didn't wake you! The most poignant bit for me? Seeing my shy, nervous boy who usually specialises in wringing his hands in the corner trying to make himself invisible, speaking up loudly, clearly and with a twinkle in his voice. Ah, school plays. The best.