Image courtesy of Primatography.
Image courtesy of Primatography.
I’ve spent at least half the day making Easter chocolates. They look great! 3D hearts in a combination of dark, milk and (pastel-coloured) white chocolate in cute little gift bags. But I only have one mould, so it took me quite a long time unfortunately as I had to wait for each one to set before melting some more chocolate to do the next one, etc.
So now I’ve left the boy to make dinner, and I’m having some well-earned R&R time with Doza and Snorman, watching the Great British Bake Off , blogging, and having a cup of cinnamon tea.
This is the conversation I just had with my eight-year-old cousin:
Me: “Hello darling, are you having a good evening at Grandma’s?”
Her: “Yes. But, my sister (louder, shouting away from the phone) WHO I’M NOT LISTENING TO, wants me to find a brush for Barbie’s hair, because she is making the wheelchair.”
Okay, so apparently Barbie has lost feeling from the waist down. Well, with those arches, it was bound to happen eventually. Also, Grandma informs me she has to make Ken a waistcoat so he can, quote, “show off his muscles”. I guess he needs them to lift the invalid Barbie?
Comic from Wolf Pupy.