The photo: A cup of Earl Grey, a danish pastry and a glass of fresh orange juice.
The reality. I'd just got in from shopping and rummaged desperately through the bags for this because I was starving. I was also dying for a brew and had forgotten to take my tablets. The dog was scratching at the patio door to be let in and Thomas wanted cocoa pops, toast, a sausage and a packet of crisps.
The photo: Beautiful flowers.
The reality. In between cutting and arranging the roses I was texting somebody, trying to make an appointment for Amy, pricked myself twice on the thorns and Mark was muttering in the background about lazy kids and dramatically dumped 5 of Amy's hair bobbles in front of me that he'd picked up off the floor.
The photo: A quiet 5 minutes knitting with my shadow.
The reality: My wool bag is in a right state again and I have tangled balls of it spilling out onto the floor. I've unpicked one of the crocheted squares twice now, for some reason it just will not stay in shape. I had no idea what I needed to make for each bundle so sorted it all out into piles only to find I've knitted 3 blue bootees for one set!
The photo: Our beautiful grand-daughter.
The reality. As small and cute as she is she's taken over the house. This is just the food paraphernalia she's arrived with. There's also a pram base in the lounge, her carrycot and car seat are on the dining table, there's a bag of clothes on the stairs, a bag of nappies, wipes and muslin cloths on the chair and a going out 'emerency' bag filled with everything you could think of on the counter.
This is the real side of blogging from Number 38 :)