Toast and jam

I've made toast with the last of Monday's white bread. And I have coffee.

It's a good morning so far. I had a nasty dream which woke me before the children or the alarm, but it didn't leave a bad taste in my brain. Alien invasion and every citizen a spy, combined with Emer staying still so she wouldn't be spotted and Linnea trying to find somewhere better to hide - either she did or she didn't but I never found out.

I've managed laundry and dishwashing and childwrangling. The radio is interesting, for a change, and I'm learning stuff about brains. And fire.

Emer and Linnea are in good moods and very friendly.

Runny boiled eggs

As if the day couldn't get any better! After all that, for the cakes I made were rich and chocolatey, and they cooled while we ate lunch, which were perfectly boiled with runny yolks - and because Emer won't eat the yolk of an egg, I had TWO. I ate mine with my egg, and hers spread on toast. Yolk-viscosity is something which I strongly believe to be firmly in the lap of the gods, so I was pleased they came out so well.

After lunch the girls ate the cake-mix left in the bowl / on the mixing spoon. Then they washed their faces and we had visitors. The children spent a long time painting and then a long time rampaging. I got totalk to an actual adult in actual daylight, and caught up on some of their news ecksetra.

Because we have daylight now no-one realised how late it was getting until Rob came home, and he cooked sausages and broccoli for dinner, and then he and I sat down and did a proper mealplan, bringing us up to Tuesday 17 March - I've just realised we ought to have planned something green for that day but there you go.

I've been browsing the moneysavingexperts website but have a nasty feeling I'm already doing most of what's recommended. We are going to downgrade a lot of our food shopping - Farmer's Market local veg rather than True Food Co-op local organic veg, for example - but there are lengths to which I cannot bring myself to go. I will probably manage, though, if the credit crunch gets any crunchier (we recessed slightly today - Rob was told that his overtime no longer has time off in lieu guaranteed, which, given that he's guaranteed overtime and not paid for it, is a pain for us).

Today I baked a huge, shiny loaf of white bread. It remains to be seen how crusty it is. I have to eat a loaf of brown bread first.

Oh, but life is tough sometimes!