breathe

Not very much happening at the moment. We're both quite absorbed in our respective jobs and Babycake and there isn't much left over for anything else. Mr McMuffin is to mad people what a stick of dynamite is to fish in a lake, throw him in a job, wait for the explosion and see the nutters floating to the surface. He is suffering with a surfeit of crazies to manage. I have less problems with mad people in my job, just more boring stress. Sometimes I feel as if the people of (insert name of London borough) would think I was overpaid for my work, other days I'm sure they'd want to give me more than the CEO. Anyway, all this leads me to dream of holidays and a few days in a mediterranean type setting. I'm not sure which setting, but then that's the joy of dreaming. All I know is since Rock Cake's recent return from Nepal, I'm not dreaming of mountains, death defying kayaking stunts and lentils and rice every day.

The weather has been so glorious that we've spent every spare second in the garden for the last couple of weeks and even though it was chilly today, the three of us gamely sat eating our dinner outside this evening, Mr McMuffin and I had heavy jumpers on, but Babycake seems to adapt to any temperature without complaint. The garden is looking pretty good already, by my (low) standards and I'm looking forward to seeing it change over the summer. Babycake has developed a keen interest in copying me and is watering plants and trowelling dirt around. Sadly, he also enjoys whacking the plants and has taken against a lovely new shrub and has practically decimated it. Next year I think he'll be a bit more interested in helping out, but he's really not doing a bad job now and I'm sure I'll have to let him grow his own plants the year after. So many good things to look forward to.