But first: more birthday parties. The first one's in central London, which is always fun this time of year. Everything goes Full Sparkle and it's like walking through a fairy tale.
Also there may be food there, which is a plus. Whenever I'm working on a book edit, weeknight dinners tend to go to the wayside. If Wolf isn't playing football in the evening, he comes home as tired as I am, and I will often work until dinner then bed. So what happens? Curry. Pizza. Whatever we can order from The Wonders of Deliveroo. But this time, I planned ahead and decided we should try a ready meal. It seemed a responsible choice - after all, it's far cheaper than ordering in - and it would give us the satisfying illusion of cooking. So I added a frozen lasagna to our online grocery order. On the website, it looked normal. Big, even. It said it served two. The reviews were good. So I pulled the trigger and added it to the basket. Then this arrived:
What is this?? A lasagna for ants??
It was a high comedy. We were Oliver Twisting every precious, miniscule bite. Thanks, Waitrose, I guess we'll start that diet after all.
Heading back into the fray now with this most excellent of books - there was a pirate attack yesterday! So fun! - so until tomorrow -
Big hugs and lots of love,