He broke the news that when he got home from work late at night and the house was quiet, he had got rather engrossed in watching a programme and was now addicted to the point he felt he should own up and tell me.
I waited - no doubt he was going to admit to something very naughty that I wouldn't approve of.
But no!!! It turns out he was hooked, absolutely hooked, on the Great British Bake Off!!!!
And as a result, on his night off last Thursday, he cooked:
I am not a massive fan of mussels so the dear boy also cooked a chicken braised in cider and celery. Even cheese on toast now has to have spring onions added to it. He's got really obsessed! The kids loved it and ate the lot!
Despite living by the sea, he had to get mussels from Cornwall via our local fishmonger.
|No mussels in our neck of the woods it would seem.|
It's been a long fortnight since I last blogged. And so I am back. I am frantically bashing out the keys on my laptop while listening to the dulcet tones of the Prince's snore, as he is conked out on the floor. Oh the snore.....how can anyone so little and cute sound so reminiscent of an OAP?
Last week he had to sleep in with the Princess for three nights, while his bedroom was being decorated and fitted with a new carpet. The commotions were commendable. The Princess would keep getting up in the night and crying because his snoring was so loud. She tried ear plugs, but they were too massive for her delicate shell-like ears. She tried the four pillow method but moaned that she couldn't breathe.
It was a case of breathe and accept the rhinoceros who sleeps beside you. And breathe deeper and then try to sleep. At some point in the night please.
It wasn't the easiest of nights, especially as I work as a copywriter when they are "sleeping". I can't cope with distractions at that time of night, I go to bed too late already.
And then the Prince broke his bed on the third night. He was playing Trampolines before bedtime. But not for long. I have never seen him so shamed and red-faced when the bed broke with an almighty crunch (although the red face was probably due to the over zealous bouncing, to be fair).
So, a fortnight. It's been busy! Kids bouncing off beds, the Prince is constantly serenading me on the school run with his own rendition of "How to Save A Life" by The Fray, he has started a dance class where more often than not he is the only boy. Billy Elliot, if you will, surrounded by nine little girls aged between one and three. It's cute. He loves it. He's really taken to it so I sit there for 45 minutes in the church hall while he whirls and twirls round like Louie Spence on speed. I just have to work harder to stop him kissing and hugging all the girls. Talk about Georgie Porgie!
Then we come home and I have to play train crashes for up to an hour. It's little wonder I get anything done.
We've been in our house for a month now. I love it! It's not big, it's not small. It's just the right size for our little brood.
I've been asked by several people to put up photos of it. Our house is a work in progress and Cherry Menlove I ain't. So I've decided I don't want to showcase each room as it vaguely freaks me to think 130 people are looking at my kitchen and bathroom.
We have decorated our children's bedrooms now. Both of their rooms were pretty awful when we first saw the house it has to be said! Now they are lovely and I want to concentrate on our room in the next few months. At the moment, it looks like someone has been to an All You Can Eat pea and carrot buffet and then chundered up the whole lot all over our room.
A few days ago, we received a lovely parcel from the Czech Republic. Lovely Tracy sent us this:
|(I squealed with pleasure!)|
|Rosebud reminds me of the comedian Miranda Hart!|
But he hadn't.
|"Nooooo they are both miiiiine"|
|A gorgeous jewellery roll (wrap?)|
|A lush bracelet which the Princess and I fight over. It's beautiful!|
|I love this masses. Thanks Tracy!|
|Still not letting anyone else have the dolls....|
|Desperate to see what it could be....|
It was Primrose!!!
|Check out the slightly aggressive face of the boy, clutching|
those dolls so tightly in case they were taken from him!
|Primrose is very much loved already in our family|
|There she is, residing in the Princess's boudoir|
Onto other things, I actually panicked this morning.
I walked past the Scope cherry tree shop half an hour before it was due to open and something caught my eye.
|Can you guess?|
|Yes the glass cake stand|
This glass one had literally been dumped this morning and you can't just pick it up and take it, as that would be stealing. You also can't guess the price, pop the coins through the door and take it. That's wrong too. It was a dilemma. A Gemma Dilemma, if you will.
So I phoned up Scope and begged the manager to save it for me once she'd arrived to open the shop. She said they would. I prayed no one would steal it in the meantime and dashed off to dance class with the Prince.
No one stole it! I returned to Scope and they let me have it for £1.50. I am so pleased. It has rather made itself at home already.
|The one on the left is also from Scope. |
The bonbon dish in the middle is from Cuckoo
|The HOME blocks were a gift from Annaboo Sarah|
We went to the beach just for a change (ha!)
|Pirate face from the Prince there...|
|NEVER too cold for an ice cream, I am told|