A final picnic and alas it was all over, summer hols done and everyone was back off to school. I've been a muddle of post holiday melancholy and new year, new broom energy. There's nothing like looking at your life from somewhere else to fill you with ideas and plans is there. The littlest boy and I are still sighing over North Wales and the dog we left behind, but we're bearing up as best we can.
I finished the book above and I've just given up on "The Versions of Us". I confess I got confused. I can just about follow a single story, but weave three together and I'm lost. I found it just a teensy bit dismal as well.
I had the cookery conversation with the biggest boy earlier this evening. You know the one. "Oh yeah, mum, I've got cookery tomorrow." "You're kidding. What, actual cookery, with ingredients?" Turns out, yes, it is actual cookery with ingredients. Carrot muffins. I had everything he needed in the kitchen, except carrots, which I happened to have in the garden.
Oh dear. Carrots 2, 3 and 4:
The biggest boy is a little concerned with what is cool these days. Well-made, waterproof shoes - not cool. Shoes with the right label, no matter the quality or provenance, exactly like the ones everyone else has - cool. You know how it goes. I fear that carrot number 1 would make him a marked man. I'm willing to bet no-one else will have such a carrot.
I gave them a quick swill but to be honest it didn't really improve them. I know all you grow-your-owners will be seeing a lot of useable carrot here, maybe even a magical 250g, but it's a harsh world out there, if your carrot isn't cool it's all over.
Hurray for a small triumph.
One out of five. Good enough I think. For tomorrow, carrot soup.