Staying in bed until 9.00 am with knitting and the weekend papers (the last three weekends) and quietly reading and thinking seemed to fit the bill anyway.
Followed by the patriotic duty of baking Anzac Biscuits. Without coconut. And without chocolate.
I told Son #3 (our resident chef) to make them small as they always spread and run into one another.
So of course these ones didn’t spread. Teeny tiny Anzacs they
We packed up a few biscuits, popped some corn and grabbed a banana each and tootled off to see Mr Bean. And can I just say? That although Rowan Atkinson’s rubbery lips make me want to claw my eyes out? There were some rather funny moments during this film. Not the least of which was the face of Son #1 The Teenager when I pulled out my knitting in the cinema (in public! ack! Mum!). I managed to knit through most of the film until I realised I’d dropped a stitch (down seven rows I found out later when the lights came on) and it proved too difficult to retrieve in the dark.
I have a busy few days approaching. Work, then some frantic baking and packing as I’m off for a craft weekend away. Oh the joy! Oh the excitement! Mother leaves the house without her children!
See you next week.