The thing about waking up at six...

Is that the days are very, very long indeed thereafter. They never seemed this long when I left the house at six for work. I think I'll have to take us all out of the house just to break the day up a bit.

That, and I have to make cake because there's a raw egg in a glass since breakfast (Linnea wanted to eat one from the fridge; we illustrated why it wouldn't work).

My am a good baker!

Two small loaves of bread, which would be perfect if I hadn't forgotten to take them out of the oven, and two small loaves of bara brith, which are still in the oven. Linnea loves it and we're eating the bread for our lunch.

Unbleached stoneground white flour isn't the same as "normal" white flour at all.

I also called the bank and got them to refund a charge for a failed direct debit. That was nice.

Oh, and I spoke to the neighbours about the fence.

And hung some laundry. There's another load finished now; need to hang more.