The cure for not having any time to write anything is to sit down, turn on the computer and just get on with it. I am waiting for my supper to cook; curiously enough, it's the same as last time I wrote in the blog, orzo from Nigellissima, but this time with baby broad beans, chorizo and stock instead of plain boiling water. One day I'll make the recipe as written, but as it is a bit of a store cupboard standby, I just use what ever is at hand.
It's been a busy few weeks - I've been out a lot, twice with my husband, shock horror, and we have had a great time, although two hangovers on two consecutive Saturday mornings were less fun. Last Saturday was Messy Church, where I locked myself in the kitchen, and didn't have anything to do with other people's children, which suits me fine. We have obviously tapped into a need in Hanwell with our Messy Church - the inaugural event had 74 guests, last week we had 114. Of course, the General Synod, in their infinite wisdom, have voted against women bishops, so all we will hear is that the Church of England is out of touch. It is infuriating. We work so hard to be relevant - our Messy Church is exciting and involving and full of fun things to do and worship pitched at just the right level, we are heavily involved in the Winter Night Shelter charity that is for rough sleepers in Ealing, and yet all you hear is that we hate gays and women. Rubbish. Maybe the time has come to do some proper shouting.
Mind you, I've got a lot of shouting to do about Disney bloody Princesses - what a lot of old crock. Big eyes, powerless and totally wet. Mind you, the boys don't come out much better - the Beast is the only one with any sort of back story - the Prince in Cinderella is rubbish, just a cipher. Prince Philip (what a stupid name for a prince I scoffed, oh hang on) is alright I suppose, but he is also a bit pathetic in lots of ways. The other message from Disney is that you can only be a useful woman if you are old and a bit bats - Mrs Potts, the Fairies, the Fairy Godmother. Grr, grr, grr, and it is only because I was forced to watch three back to back that I am on the old high horse about it all.
In crafting news, I am knee deep in baby gros - I think I have made 13 so far - for the Ealing 135 Christmas fair on the 1st of December, and as they won't sew themselves, I had better get on with it. My target is 25 made, and I'm hoping to sell a lot of them as well as getting orders for others. A girl can dream.
Pictures to follow.
It's been a busy few weeks - I've been out a lot, twice with my husband, shock horror, and we have had a great time, although two hangovers on two consecutive Saturday mornings were less fun. Last Saturday was Messy Church, where I locked myself in the kitchen, and didn't have anything to do with other people's children, which suits me fine. We have obviously tapped into a need in Hanwell with our Messy Church - the inaugural event had 74 guests, last week we had 114. Of course, the General Synod, in their infinite wisdom, have voted against women bishops, so all we will hear is that the Church of England is out of touch. It is infuriating. We work so hard to be relevant - our Messy Church is exciting and involving and full of fun things to do and worship pitched at just the right level, we are heavily involved in the Winter Night Shelter charity that is for rough sleepers in Ealing, and yet all you hear is that we hate gays and women. Rubbish. Maybe the time has come to do some proper shouting.
Mind you, I've got a lot of shouting to do about Disney bloody Princesses - what a lot of old crock. Big eyes, powerless and totally wet. Mind you, the boys don't come out much better - the Beast is the only one with any sort of back story - the Prince in Cinderella is rubbish, just a cipher. Prince Philip (what a stupid name for a prince I scoffed, oh hang on) is alright I suppose, but he is also a bit pathetic in lots of ways. The other message from Disney is that you can only be a useful woman if you are old and a bit bats - Mrs Potts, the Fairies, the Fairy Godmother. Grr, grr, grr, and it is only because I was forced to watch three back to back that I am on the old high horse about it all.
In crafting news, I am knee deep in baby gros - I think I have made 13 so far - for the Ealing 135 Christmas fair on the 1st of December, and as they won't sew themselves, I had better get on with it. My target is 25 made, and I'm hoping to sell a lot of them as well as getting orders for others. A girl can dream.
Pictures to follow.
Princess Leia is now technically a Disney princess - at least she's not wet!
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