The week began with a guilty lie-in; I wasn’t working and Alice didn’t need a lift to college. Andrew had got up at the crack of dawn to begin his commute so I knew Maurice and Larry had been fed, watered and stabled. Having taken advantage of this I was then woken by a call from an old work colleague (who I hadn’t spoken to in a couple of years) who rang me by mistake to organise that morning’s school run. When I got downstairs there were small footprints on the cooker top. It seemed like the cat had been having a little party in the no-go zone. I know Maurice can’t get up there (despite his Easter egg adventure suggesting otherwise) so on this occasion she couldn’t blame it on the dog.
I took Alice and Mum to Odette’s Tea Room in Wellington (via Dotty Dolly’s quilt shop) where we partook of tea and toasted tea cakes. Alice sat in the seat that Dawn French had occupied which was very exciting as nothing much ever happenes in Wellington. I know my daughter is classy – I know this because I have seen her drinking milkshake out of a martini glass!
My week’s holiday has been taken up with taxiiiiiiiiing, tiling the kitchen (Jamie not me), catering and quilting. It’s been lovely to have time to do all these things. I have also had a little multitasking exercise which wasn’t entirely productive. On Wednesday once I’d settled the tiler in , I scooted off to Aunty Lesley to have a pedicure. I didn’t have any flip flops with me so Lesley cannibalised a pair or slippers to enable me to drive home. When I got home I cooked dinner whilst baking Ben’s birthday cake. Feeling very smug and efficient I plugged in the food mixer. This turned out not to be a good idea, particularly in light of Jamie’s last words upon leaving the house “remember not to touch the sockets”. I had grabbed the hanging off socket to plug in the mixer, shocking myself in the process. I had a little sit down and was disappointed that my hair hadn’t stood up as in the cartoons.
The new cake receipe had only made enough mixture for one sponge so back into the kitchen to repeat the process, minus the electric shock (putting rubber gloves on to remove the plug). I picked up the caster sugar container and whilst I was STILL holding it, the canister cracked, with half falling onto my freshly painted toe nails. ‘Twas not a pretty sight in toe land and I don’t think Lesley will be wanting the slippers back. This meant I couldn’t make the cake as there may have been glass in the sugar and I am quite fond of my family. I don’t know why after 21 years of faithful service it chose that moment to self destruct. The worst part of the whole debacle was that I then sat down and knocked over a large glass of wine – the last drops of the very nice French wine purchased for Christmas. This may have been the straw that broke the camel’s back as the only other wine was at room temperature. All was not lost though as Alice took pity on me and waitressed a fresh glass to me.
This week I have taken quilting by the horns and I am machine quilting Alice’s quilt. She however is not as excited or scared by this as I am and merely comments that as long as it is ready for her to take to university she doesn’t care. She is speaking from experience though as she watched me take an entire decade to hand quilt Ben’s quilt. Wendy is horrified that I am actually letting him use the quilt after all the time and care that had gone into making it it. Surely a quilt should be used? When I made a quilt for Mum the label specified that I wanted to see it covered in dog prints and coffee stains. Nothing in my Mum’s house has any coffee stains or dog prints – there isn’t even any dust but you get the idea. I am also having a little foray into using spray baste for the first time and so far so good (though areas of the floor are a little tacky still as I didn’t put down paper or towels first). This fine chap is Angus. We met him on Thursday evening whilst out celebrating the first born’s 21st birthday. I think he had already eaten the people at the other table.