Special t-shirt for Mother’s Day – “I’m off to Grandma’s”. I wonder who gave her that?
“I seem to have picked up this plastic thingy but I’m not sure how to let go and now my attention has wandered but I’ve still got it tight just in case”.
“Hello Dog, are you stuck too? I can’t get anywhere and it’s quite frustrating!”
* with thanks to mumsnet, slightly tweaked.
A hard day of programming only interrupted by Katie shrieking like a banshee inexplicably for a while made the production of malteser tiffin necessary.
200g chocolate
3 tbsp golden syrup
100g butter
275g digestive, crushed.
250g Maltesers, lightly crushed.
25g glace cherries, chopped.
200g choclate, melted.
1. Melt together the chocolate, golden syrup and butter in a glass bowl over a saucepan of simmering water.
2. Mix in the digestives and maltesers. Don’t worry, it will look like there is far too much biscuit but just keep stirring.
3. Line a tin with baking paper, and pour in the mixture. Push it into the corners and try to get it reasonably flat.
4. Scatter over the cherries, and then pour over the melted chocolate. Smooth with a knife to get even coverage.
5. Place into the fridge. When cool you can chop it into pieces with a sharp knife.
6. Try not to eat all at once.
The finished product:
Katie ‘helping’:
Our flat is in the centre of the city, next door to some of the car parks. There are some people who have discovered our flats’ parking spaces beneath the flats, and use them during the day when they pop to the shops. This is very irritating, the cheapskates! This morning I returned from dropping J off to work, and saw one of these guys crossing the car park, put his shopping into the boot and then get in his car. Once I had sorted Katie out, and we were heading for the front door, I was quietly amused to see that the parking scrounger had got tangled up in the many pillars that dot the car park, and was frantically reversing back and forth trying to get out. There’s a knack to driving through the pillars, which you discover after a while. It helps to have a small car too. Maybe this guy won’t be back soon. There is such a thing as karma after all. Katie and I are going out again in a minute, I wonder if he will still be there?
I’m currently widening katie’s horizons by introducing her to the world of MMORPGs by playing dofus with her sitting on my lap. I’m not sure she fully appreciates this, since she is spending most of her time rooting around hopefully in my armpit and the rest of it crying frantically because she’s not currently being fed.
Sometimes her looking-for-a-nipple routine includes headbutting random parts of the person holding her. You can even delude yourself that these are affectionate kisses rather the food crazed actions of a clearly deprived baby. When this fails to bring on the food then she will frantically suck her fist for a moment in case we hid the milk in there. This whole repetoire is accompanied by wriggling, squirming and crying frantically enough to give herself hiccups.
Having deprived me of any opportunity to eat or drink recently, there is of course No Milk left. But you’re welcome to try baby. And J has abandoned us to go to the cinema….so unless I can find some food that I can make with one hand, we’re both going to miss out tonight.