Not long after posting last weeks news, the washing machine got stuck full of clothes and water. It does get stuck sometimes but usually only when the cycle has finished, never halfway through. After switching the power back on and off which generally works but didn't, we then spent half an hour pressing buttons trying to re-set it. Eventually it just seemed to rectify itself and touch wood has been fine since.
I did a bit of baking this week mainly for Thomas who always comes in from school hungry. I bought some Mr Kipling Angel Slices one day and the little monkey came in and ate 4 of them straight off. Mind you, there's nothing to them, 2 bites and they're gone. I find homemade cake is more substantial and cheaper!
My first batch of 10 angels have been knitted up and 10 sets of wings have been crocheted. I just need to stuff their heads and sew on the halos.
Mark needed some acetate so we had a trip to Hobbycraft and I naturally gravitated towards the wool section but was very good and didn't buy any. When I got home though I could have kicked myself because I completely forgot to look for some sock wool while I was there.
My Avon arrived today which was a nice surprise as I'd forgotten I'd put an order in. I really like their room sprays. I'm not a lover of air fresheners, a lot of them get up my nose and give me a headache, but these are really light. I chose Cherry Blossom and it smells lovely.
We didn't go to Bury on Wednesday so truffle stocks are dangerously low. In fact there are only 2 left and they're rum truffles. I'm not keen on them so I'll donate mine to Mark. The problem is there are Easter Eggs in the wardrobe and it's going to take a lot of self discipline not to crack one open tonight while watching Vera.
Amy was bored yesterday so I asked her if she wanted to sew a taggie for Sienna. She started off OK and sewed the 4 floral pieces together and pinned the ribbons on that she chose.
Then she got fed up so I ended up finishing it off for her. She likes the idea of sewing and knitting but it doesn't come that naturally to her.
Yesterday marked 23 years since Dad died. I always put his anniversary on my calendar and every year I think "I don't know where those years have gone". So many lovely things have happened that he's missed. These days, after having a near brush myself around about his age, I also think how young he really was when he died. When we were looking at photos last week I came across a few of him and as strange as this might sound to a lot of people, I find it hard to look at him. It's just too sad. A quick glance and then they get put back in the box.
And that's about it again for this week. My days are full of routine which I think is why they sometimes all blur into one and the week is over before I know it.
I spend my mornings doing the housework, followed by a couple of hours of knitting, crocheting or catching up with blogs in the afternoons before school pick up time. When Thomas gets in, I make him something to eat, sort his school bag, make lunch boxes, tell him off for leaving his uniform on the bathroom floor and his socks in the sink and threaten him with no pocket money if he doesn't hang his clothes up.
Then I sit down with a brew for 20 minutes before getting started on making tea. After eating, clearing away and tidying the kitchen it's usually about 6.30pm. An hour on the laptop followed by a couple of hours watching something on TV, takes me to supper time for Thomas, where I find myself in the kitchen making toast and warm milk and probably telling him off again for raiding the crisp box when I wasn't looking.
Then after chivvying him upstairs at 10pm to brush his teeth and get into bed (late I know, but that's his routine and he's fine with it), me and Mark do a house sweep which is basically all last minute pots in the dishwasher, let the dogs out, let the dogs in, check the cars are locked, lock the doors, lights off and bed.
It's hardly exciting stuff is it. But it is what it is and for the most I love my days. Routine also makes anything out of the ordinary quite exciting! Like Mum buying me a packet of Pontefract cakes.
Or deciding on a danish instead of a vanilla crown and pale pink tulips instead of daffodils! I am a simple creature indeed.
So, whether your days follow routine or you lead a devil may care exciting life, I hope you all have a lovely week ahead of you.