The boys slept better than they ever have. An extraordinary twelve hours! Unfortunately, I didn't, sleep, much, but that's beside the point.
Up at 6:30 to deal with bread dough and yoghurt, err, yoghourt, darn predictive (my children Morgan and garnish will attest to that frustration!)
And pictured is yoghourt cheese and the left over whey. Normally I would google to find out what I can do with it, rather than waste it. I vaguely remember it being good for skin as an astringent and exfoliant, due to the lactic acid. I'll have to dig around the bookshelves, see what I can find.
Oh, and coffee, a latte really, figured I deserved one, made by boiling our free trade coffee grounds in milk, not as good as a real one, but certainly appreciated.
I'm loving the quiet. No TV. Boys in separate rooms, so not arguing. Oh, except for Hamish's fighting gun type noises over the Lego box, asked him what it was, it's none of my business! Be told, woman! But it is a nice noise, amazing the sound effects that come out of a seven year old boy.
I have, however, become hyper sensitive to the sounds of water coming to the boil. The skills one picks up eh?
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