I refer my learned readers to here for a bit of a giggle.

I have been instructed to write nothing at all about my work on here and - at the risk of being dooced - I have no real alternative but to comply. It's a shame because I love my job and now I'm not allowed to share that, but hey - a job's a job and all that.

Holidays, however, aren't part of work, so I guess I can whitter at length about that. And about chickens. And cats. Maybe children too (not just yet though - my bigger waist is more to do with cakes than anything naughty). In fact I might just rename this "Holidays and other animals".

Or maybe not.

The excitement never stops here - Rob took delivery of our latest kitchen gadget yesterday: this. I was so excited I nearly snotted all over it. Cakes, breads and merengues a plenty!!

I have turned into the snot monster. Waaaah.

My husband is sick, mind and body, although mostly body today. It's not just manflu either. Bleugh.

We're cheesed to the max, and the proud foster family to a large stuffed chicken. It's been an interesting weekend!