There is seriously not much home made croissants don't cure!
...and while I admit my crosses are not the height of perfection, these, toasted after a morning digging - definitely!
The curtain is sewn,
the buttons are sorted, and...
...the collection of sticks is sorted into neat, string tied bundles, ready to be used as kindling...sometimes, I guess, you just have to indulge that OCD!
Most days we are all bursting about, busy, busy, scurrying and scuttling, but Sunday felt, well, just slow and easy and all about just being...
...I put it down to the homemade mango and banana bread, ready in time for breakfast, so the soporific smells of sweet mango, warm banana and baking bread filled the house as we woke.
...so that accompanied our usual porridge, caramalised apple and walnuts,
and we felt full and warm...so, in our pyjamas, we ate and knitted, puzzled and chatted, until lunch time, when we ate some more...
...sundays were made to be like this.
Well, my new apron was perfect whilst cooking up a batch of chelsea buns
...and a perfect bedtime treat with hot chocolate...
Well, I went a jumbling, and it was very poor - only two lacing toys for Felix and some puzzles for Jasper and Tobias, including this one from West Germany:
I love the style, I love their clothes, I wish I had a wardrobe like that!!!
So after the disappointing jumble sale I trundled off to Reading market to experience the madness it presents to me weekly, in the hope of securing some bargains and enough fruit and veg to feed my hungry boys for the week, for as little money as possible!
Whilst dodging trolleys, mad women, and ferral children (mine) I managed to procur my weekly veg in torrential rain, and pick up a couple of bargains too, for a pound each:
The knobbly sweet potato - some soup, maybe roasted veg; the plums - well Martin has promised me a plum crumble (double yum), and I have promised him a tarte tatin with plums instead - a tarte prune I suppose!
...and just in case you were wondering what I did with those all of those beetroots:
I love this Beetroot cake, usually made just in loaf tins, this time as welll as the loaf cakes I also made a batch of these cute fairy cakes, perfect for Jasper's packed lunch box, and well, for random nibbling too!
The source of last nights lovely smells. Danish Kringle and two light wholemeal Artisan Loaves
I had a visitor in the night, not as you may guess, in the form of Marley's ghost, but (no surprise to those of you with children) in the form of a three year old demanding fresh water (I might add here at no point in the past have I ever tried to force feed my children stagnant water to lead to this strongly termed request!).
I sat there and watched him drink, with his crazy blonde hair, and thought, however tiring these nighttime wakings are now, one day I will look back with fondness at his cold-lipped kisses and the sound of his bare feet on the floorboards.
As he returned to bed and fell immediately to sleep I lay awake, and thought of them as babies, and I could hear my knitting needles demanding to be picked up...They, however, unlike my boys can wait until morning!
