Week 407: Summer Pudding

These are late because I couldn’t be arsed. You get what you pay for dear reader. C has started asking me questions about what I think about things. He often doesn’t listen to the answer but he has at least picked up the conversational device of pretending to care so that he can then tell me his answer. He asked me what the best day of my life was the other day and then told me that the best day of his life was when his granny and granddad took him to the beach and made him french toast on a camping stove. Fair play to Granny and Granddad. I said it was probs when I got to meet him and his sister for the first time and he said I had to pick one day, not two. And I said “how would you feel if I told you the best day of my life was the day I met your sister, not you?” and he quickly agreed it was OK to have two best days. Somewhat inconvenienced by the schools closing due to the heat, but Lachie did all of the childcare so I cannot complain. On Thursday, day two of the red heat warning,…