Sunshine and showers.

I thought it was all going too well - Isabella and I have been playing with a pot of bright blue playdoh she discovered tucked away in my cupboard. It was one of a batch bought as extra presents 'just in case' for Christmas and somehow it got left in my clothes cupboard where I sneak off for a secret fix every so often as the need arises. Now come on, you aren't telling me you don't love that almondy smell of true Playdoh too? It takes me straight back to my childhood, particularly if I close my eyes just as I take the lid off the pot and inhale the delicious fumes slowly, deeply...mmmm.

Er, as I was saying, Isabella raced up to me bleating 'nid, nid' and thrusting the pot into my face. Obviously I knew that if I took the nid off the pot there would be bits of blue glued firmly to the furniture for evermore (though the thought of the smell drifting through the house is preferable to the current aroma of leftover veggies waiting for me to take them down to the compost heap!) but if I refused did I really feel up to the screeching that would follow? Not today. Hence we spent a happy half hour or so creating mice and rabbits and all was well right up to the point where dopey Mummy suggested a drink and rolled the mice and rabbits into one big ball....screams to challenge a dog's hearing! "Babbit, Babbit, Babbit! Mouses, Noooo!" Mistake number one.

Mistake number two came when, having finally calmed her down with a re-creation of the mangled creatures and deposited her in a chair with a biscuit, I cheerily threw the washing into the machine. Isabella trailed out a little later and once more caused the very walls of the house to vibrate from her high-pitched shrieks. What was wrong? I followed the line of her thrust out arm to where the tiny finger pointed accusingly at the machine and there through the round window I saw her cuddly toy - also called Babbit - doing twenty circuits with his face pressed against the glass in a Hammer House of Horror pastiche. Yep, not good.

The poor traumatised mite is now reading a book to her doll in her bedroom while I give up on playing with her for her own good and do this instead. I managed to refrain from taking photographs of Babbit (even though it was actually quite funny the way his head swelled up from the water) and will now move on...


A few more things that have caught my eye today -

This gorgeous chaenomeles (japonica) which is in the main path to the house is just breaking into flower. I sent some branches up to Lauren to force in Bristol to remind her of home. There is somethng so delicate yet strong about the blossom of this shrub which I love




An odd photo of our bedroom curtains taken when the sun came through for a very brief moment earlier today. I so love this fabric and the way it warms the room on a cold day but just glows with life whent the sun shines through it turning our tiny bedroom into a restful haven. Just makes me want to curl up and sleep.




And as Dave has not only removed the battries from the camera and taken them off for the day without letting me know (Arghh, I have loads of stuff to do needing the camera for the business!!!) but has also taken the lead that connects it to the computer (!) I shall post a photograph of one of our campfire to cheer myself up - or fan the flames of my anger - not sure which.




Have a lovely day and don't do anything involving Babbits! xx