We have loads of eggs at the moment because I ordered an extra half dozen for my custard experiments,and somehow ordered double again the next week. Mr Duncan came down with the lurgy and was coughing his lungs out and keeping me up all night, so Ibanned him from dairy which has put a temporary […]
As a vegetarian for most of my life, I recently started eating a little red meat in the interests of improving my chances to conceive/carry successfully. We have a great butcher in our neighbourhood and Mr Duncan has been known to be a bit over-enthusiastic in his purchasing of the ‘meat of the week’ so we had
Technically it was Mr Duncan’s turn to cook but when I got home from Cub Scouts on Friday evening he wasnt home. I phoned, and it turned out he was stuck on the bus in a detour/traffic jam. So I took pity (I was starving) and took his turn to cook. When I check my
Poor Mr Duncan, after going to all the effort of making a lamb chop dinner last night, he wasn’t able to eat it. It turned out he had a fever and no appetite. Today he’s been in bed sleeping for most of the day (when he’s not coughing his lungs out). I made him chicken
I was blessed with a good head on my shoulders and did fairly well at school without feeling like I had to try too hard. Frankly I am a curious person and I found school pretty interesting. I used my curiosity and confidence in my ability to read andunderstand what I read, to teach myself
I just dropped Pickle at her orientation for occasional care – a two hour session in preparation for one day in care a week. And I’m sitting in the library next door thinking what should I do with my time? I have a long list of things that need doing, but the thing that
Despite our rental property having only paved outdoor space, I attempted a garden of sorts this spring. I had to leave all my plant containers in the UK (international pest control) and didn’t want to spend a lot of money on containers given we plan to buy a property with a decent yard (not that
So Miss Pickle is off on her first overnight school camp today. On one hand I feel completely free. On the other hand I feel like I should be doing stuff I can’t do when she’s around. Which is… um… nothing. I’m not that interesting. Separation This will be the second time she has not
That saying that “the days are long but the years are short” is so true. Somehow it has been ten years already since Pickle was born. She is so excited to finally be “double digits” and in way too much of a hurry to grow up for my liking. She is a thoughtful, kind, clever,
No appetite Or desire for anything not just food Mostly eating healthy, try to eat a good lunch when Pickle at Preschool. Discovered that I cooked mostly for him Just want to throw together something fast Pickle would live on pasta if I let her Looking back at this blog for inspiration