I quite often find money on the street, usually just very small change, but sometimes the nice heavier coins, and once or twice, I’ve even spotted a note (£20 once – SCORE). I always pick them up, well, it’s not like the owner is coming back for 20p, is it?
“Find a penny, pick it up, and all the day you’ll have good luck” and all that jazz. Continue reading
I am not one of those parents who allows their child time off for no good reason. Unless she has a temperature, or has been puking, or a broken bone, or a contagious rash, if it’s a school day, you can bet she’ll be there.
Kicking and screaming, perhaps but there nonetheless. I read a statistic somewhere that children of stay-at-home parents tend to have worse school attendance than children of working parents, and so I have made it my personal mission not to be part of that statistic.
Having said that, today, I did allow Roo to skive off school Continue reading
Ruby-Roo has always enjoyed cooking. Before she discovered The Disney Channel and all things Mickey Mouse, she used to be fond of that irritatingly chirpy Katie, who presents I Can Cook on CBeebies. We tried out a few recipes every now and again, and that has since evolved to helping me out most evenings as I cook dinner for us all.
Whether it be grating, stirring, or cracking eggs, she is on it like a bonnet.
Today, being Chinese New Year, I decided to make Mandajuice’s Cashew Chicken. I’ve made it a few times before and each time I do, I am reminded of how epic it really is. OK, so it’s a bit of a work up, and not a quick supper by any means, but the time and effort is definitely worth it. Continue reading
Elliot has been a cloth nappy baby since he was a very little boy. We typically do 2-3 nappy washes per week as our nappy stash has about 30 odd nappies in it, of various brands and styles. So you would think by now I’d be a dab hand at looking after them. Continue reading
Lately, my Granny has taken it upon herself to teach Ruby little nursery rhymes. It’s really quite sweet, she used to teach me the same ones when I was a little girl, way back in the late eighties.
One particular rhyme is about Little Jenny Wren, a bird who gets sick and is nursed back to health with cake and wine by some kind of Florence Nightingale of the bird world, Robin Red Breast. Continue reading