Up early this morning to catch up on the wip after a manic long weekend of hilarity and chocolate (I still ache in unaccountable places—though whether this is from laughing, late-night dancing or extreme baking I’m not sure....) It's amazing how a few days away can seriously disrupt the flow, so its probably just as well that the children are going to spend the day at Grandma’s today and I can get seriously involved with my cynical Argentinean again.
Last Thursday, just before the Easter madness began, there was an interview with me in the Liverpool Daily Post, which (apart from the laughably gruesome photo!) was nice. My previous experience of newspaper interviews had made me anticipate the whole thing with a kind of doom-laden resignation, but Emma Pinch did a great job of making sense of my inarticulate ramblings and was lovely to talk to. I emailed my husband immediately to point out excitedly the part where she refers to me as a yummy mummy. He emailed straight back to point out that the interview was done over the phone.
Children are now trailing downstairs demanding breakfast, so I’d better go and oversee proceedings to make sure that this consists of cereal rather than chocolate. I'm unimpressed with their argument that eggs make ideal breakfast food. (For growing children, of course. For mums it's entirely different.)