It has been a stressful week, but I have the boys back. Downstairs resembles an armoury again and their tidy bedroom is, how shall I put it... comfortable.
Their favourite dinner chez papa was tinned ravioli, which, funnily enough we saw being bought in bulk at Norma's by a father and his son this morning. Apparently he also makes a mean omelette (from scratch).
They have returned cheerful and full of beans, with a suitcase full of dirty clothes, pricey swimming goggles lost and not replaced, and no mobile phone as it was confiscated and not returned. How did I keep in contact with them? With difficulty.
Never mind. The new neighbour-of-the-cat over the road has a son the age of my eldest who seems well-equipped with Nintendos, Play Stations, you name it, and, according to my eldest, is a nice boy too. They met up as soon as was convenient - today - and it looks like my eldest will be a lot keener to go out and play now, which is good news. I imagine NewFriend will also be going to the local school and this will remove some of the potential horror of starting as a newbie.
This year my plan is to buy fewer teatimes, and make more : Welsh cakes, pancakes, doughnuts (bought a mini doughnut machine in Norma's last week!), ginger snaps - that sort of thing. I must hunt out a good doughnut recipe that does not require teeth-rotting quantities of sugar or cholesterol-forming quantities of butter. I'm sure the internet will throw up something tasty. I also bought some brioche flour which the bread machine can turn into dough and then I can divide it up and bake little rolls to be filled with jam. This is all good Earth Mother stuff, innit? I stress, however, that this is the Plan. I have yet to put it into action, but good intentions will not be enough when my boys, in the morning rush, ask where the teatimes are for school and I haven't made anything... or bought anything!
What was that about the road to hell is littered with good intentions? Eeek!
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