Up and dressed, porridge on the stove, first load of washing in the machine. C makes me some coffee, I sip it, read my comments and see who's updated their blog.
Husband to work, sons to school, daughter to chivvy along.
Finally ready, we walk to school.
The lady four doors down from us drives her child every day to the same school.
So many treasures missed.
Back in my warm kitchen, slipper socks on my feet, washing hung and Stephen Fry reading me stories I begin work.
Lunchbox fodder is needed.
If all my children and C take sandwiches they use up around 14 slices of bread a day. That's a whole loaf of my homemade bread so I like to alternate sandwich lunches with something else. Pasties, pitta pizzas and pasta salad are frequent lunchbox fillers. The latest favourite is Spanish omelette. Nothing fancy just potato, a little onion and eggs. A big solid cake of an omelette. It keeps for a couple of days in the fridge and because I make a huge one in my huge frying pan it will do for two days of lunches plus, with luck, a bit left for me.
A little sweet something is welcome in the lunchbox. They love these gingernuts -another recipe from Mary Berry's Ultimate Cake Book.
A lunch of leftover soup is followed by some armchair Christmas shopping. The only way to do it.
I scribble some meal ideas for the coming week in my notebook
The children return home bringing stories of naughty boys who tramped mud all over the new carpet in the new library, of forgotten drum lessons and of annoying classmates who are 'complete ****heads with **** for brains and no *****s' Okaay.
Time to start dinner.
Some elderly root veg and half an onion.
I added a couple of spuds and threw the lot into the Magimix.
A little salt and pepper and into some hot fat it goes. Press it all down firmly to make a substantial cake.
With the help of a large plate, oven gloves and some daring flip the cake over and slide it back into the pan so that the other side can cook. The secret of this sort of frying is to keep the temperature fairly low and to leave it alone. If you keep stirring and prodding you won't get that delicious brown crust.
And now the children have all gone to bed. Not all asleep by a long way, but all upstairs, which by this time of the day is how I like them.
I rather like my daily grind too.