Social media is full of images of serene mothers baking with their children. Isn’t it lovely to see this maternal bonding, the passing on of baking wisdom and the partaking of a wholesome activity that doesn’t involve Netflix or iPads? I’m going to tell you a shameful secret. I don’t enjoy baking with my children.
I’ve been eating falafels and hummus for my lunches while it’s been so hot. But like any meal, no matter how much you love it, if you eat the same thing every single day for two weeks you going to get bored of it! So, over the last few weeks I’ve made several batches of summer
Dad and I managed to stay out of Acute Oncology for nearly two whole weeks (a record broken by a four hour visit yesterday) and so life had settled down again, at least for a bit. Last weekend we went to our local ‘pick your own’ (PYO) fruit farm, braving a damp and grey early