From the sublime to the domesticus.

After watching Steven Wiltshire on Sunday and waxing all lyrical there for a brief time, reality bit yesterday morning. * This is MY red carpet getting hosed down after somebody delivered a spectacular parabola of vom-vom on it en route to the car to go to school. He said he felt much better afterwards and wanted to go to school as they were making clay dinosaurs. I said I felt much worse and wanted to stay home because I felt like I was becoming a clay dinosaur. It was quite restful downstairs in the dappled morning shade, sipping a tea and massaging the sudsy woolly rug with my toes. I'd given it a good shake out over the jungly bit of garden first- of course! However it was a pleasant tactile experience on a warm summer morning and a girl has to take whatever sensory experience she can some days. With a little latin American music, this could be the new Zumba! Yes, they are exercise pyjamas.
I went with the 'Answer to All Smelly Textiles' in our house. Mrs Martha Gardiner left her lovely eucalyptus scent in the place of Fishy's less aromatic one.
Fish finished his dragon at school then fell asleep on the desk and knocked it over, then he fell asleep at home practising on the sixth child for his exam today. He is presently asleep on the couch.
Speed it up, big boy! Like Yoyo Ma on LCM's.
Continuing my love affair with yellow and eggs and the garden...
I tried to go all domestic and make cornflake biscuits like the ones you see at fetes. These were seriously buttery suckers. The offspring still ate them but I didn't bother to photograph them as they were a bit blah. I need a better recipe than some generic internet one.
It may be time to delve into the new tome. I haven't had the time, inclination or ingredients to try this yet.
I like how some of the contributors add a little personal something to the recipe, like Mary here who recalls making these cakes for cookery class in 1945. And who knew jam drops were ever called pansy faces- a much nicer name.We are all heading to hit the wall early tonight so it was mass Moonie showers, home made pizza and pointing their sleepy bodies toward the bedrooms before it gets too late. That's a ring-in child there.
The end of the year is getting hard.

*Stephen Wiltshire finished his Brisbane drawing this afternoon. You can see it and the last four days' progress on his blog here. Have a look in the 'It is summer here' photo. It's Where's Wally meets Cluedo.... Annie with a pram on the phone in the library. Wish I could have gone back but the above day got in the way.