Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Off to sleep, crispy and foil.

1. As we roll the pushchair home, Alec grumbles himself off to sleep

2. I have fried the bacon too much. It's starting to char, and I have to hold the pan under the extractor fan to keep the smoke alarm happy -- but the crumbled pieces stay crispy in our scrambled eggs.

3. Scrumpling the foil from the cooking chocolate.

Wet walk, morning tea and detectives.

1. My trousers are soaked after my walk in the rain. I put on a dry pair and feel the chill leaving my legs. 2. She has time for a cuppa and...