Am feeling a bit tired today, but totally smug after a ridiculously domestic weekend which included: hanging all my washing outside to dry on the line (doubt there'll be much more of that this year, and there's been precious little already); harvesting some vegetables from the garden (lettuce, tomatoes, courgettes and beans) then turning them into delicious homemade food for a picnic, supplemented by some extra veg from the organic box! (The culinary goodies were courgette fritata, middle eastern aubergine dip and green bean and tomato salad, yum!)
Took princess O to aforementioned picnic in Regent's Park with a couple of my friends - we had to pretend to be a family of donkeys which turned out to be slightly embarrassing walking around on all fours and munching on grass, but she loved being our keeper.
The culmination of the domesticity came only last night though, when I used the carcass of the chicken (organic naturally) that we had for dinner on Sunday evening and boiled it up with some more veg to make fresh chicken stock. I swear I had a moment of deep joy looking at the jug of fragrant amber as I put it in the fridge this morning. Trouble is, I'm so knackered by all this housewifery that I'm not sure I'm actually going to be able to manage to make anything with it before it goes off! (And as soon as I put it in the freezer I know I'll never remember to defrost it till it's too late.)
Anyway, it was quite pleasurable after a summer of childlessness and then being away on holiday, to just come home, relax and enjoy being a mummy again.
Took princess O to aforementioned picnic in Regent's Park with a couple of my friends - we had to pretend to be a family of donkeys which turned out to be slightly embarrassing walking around on all fours and munching on grass, but she loved being our keeper.
The culmination of the domesticity came only last night though, when I used the carcass of the chicken (organic naturally) that we had for dinner on Sunday evening and boiled it up with some more veg to make fresh chicken stock. I swear I had a moment of deep joy looking at the jug of fragrant amber as I put it in the fridge this morning. Trouble is, I'm so knackered by all this housewifery that I'm not sure I'm actually going to be able to manage to make anything with it before it goes off! (And as soon as I put it in the freezer I know I'll never remember to defrost it till it's too late.)
Anyway, it was quite pleasurable after a summer of childlessness and then being away on holiday, to just come home, relax and enjoy being a mummy again.
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