Parenting is work One thing I didn't bargain for on becoming a mother is that parenting is relentless. Rewarding, but relentless all the same; babies can do little for themselves. They can't use the toilet, they can't put clothes on (they can, incidentally, take clothes off, but this is usually less than useful) and they struggle… Continue reading Day 3: “She likes to cook a bit”
After my little rant about the supermarket this morning I feel this evening I must eat my words. Or at least write new ones that tell a brighter story.
After the serious message I wanted to get across in my last post I thought, given it's Friday afternoon here and the weekend is set to be a scorcher, I'd lighten the mood with a spot of baking. I'm no top chef, so posts of this nature are likely to be rare in this corner… Continue reading Light Relief in Banana Bread