Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day.
Had a nice array of Meze in the garden as the sun went down. the kids were on form but now they are in bed.... and I am listening to Kyle Eastwood.
Happy daze
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day.
I asked Popsie what she had done whilst we were waiting for Greg to come out of his classroom. The usual dismissive reply told me that she was not going to reciprocate.
Greg struggling with some long division challenges at breakfast time. In fairnest I did ask him what he wanted to do for me, and that was his choice. When he looked at the sums he gave me a knowing (how should I know?) look...
I never really thought Miranda would ever beat me at a game. She doesnt have that killer instinct and generally looses interest long before the end to ever win through.
Just one example of creativity found during the course if a day's work in London. This was produced by the VM team at Karen Millen for the Regent Street store. Who says you cant make money doing what you enjoy...?
Had a call from Gran complaining that I had not posted anything since Saturday, so as I talk to Grandad here's something to keep her happy.
We have been eating home baked bread again recently, inspired on this occasion by the Baker Brothers book which came home from the library. Greg has been lending a hand last week with fruitbread, and this is a garlic bread from the weekend. Just the basic white tinned loaf is about ten times better than its commercial derivative.... mmm!
In preparation for his sailing trip around the Channel Islands and Britany Coast...
Some larking around at lunchtime involving Miranda's obsession with Puffles. As punishment for Gregory, who continually fuels this interest I decided to make a portrait of him as a Puffle
It can't be bad when Lewis is getting on with the lawnmowing and I am left with the prospect of a wine bottle...
It's more or less summer, so why should it be necessary to light the fire and warm my bones?
Greg playing his guitar just before breakfast time. And as I write this Lewis is serenading me with Steely Blue. And lovely it is to hear too.
She's been making pizza for her supper, said it was a self portrait!