i heart biscuits

Well, I did make my biscuits, even though technically my hubbie did end up baking them with me, and I settled down this afternoon to enjoy them with a nice cup of tea.  One of the reasons I decided to resume blogging is that I love getting a glimpse into the life of people and I marvel at how photographs can capture simple, everyday routines.  One of my favourite blogs to read at the moment is Attic24  and so in honour of this blog and my new ventures into blogging I decided to use my lovely strawberry, blue Cath Kidston mug and a floral Cath Kidston plate (both I'd forgotten I even had) and try my hand at this sort of photography.  I think that clearly I may need to work on my photographic skills somewhat, but I am happy with my pretty, pink biscuits. 

The recipe came from one of the free Asda magazines which featured their Tickled Pink campaign.


Now, yesterday I was feeling very blah, but today I feel much better.  The sun is shining and although my hubbie has gone back to work, I have felt determined to tackle any problems/issues the builders/children can throw at me.  We have had one minor/major crisis on the building front- the roof for our conservatory has been made 1m too short so they are doing a rush order to get it re-made and re-delivered tomorrow- but, that's something I don't have to deal with, so all is still good.


My children, however, are a different matter.  Last week, due to illness, no one went anywhere and consequently, the four of us were couped up in one, small room. Our house is very small, hence the need for the conservatory.  So, this morning I decided to take them on a walk around the block.  It's not a hugely long walk, but I think in hindsight, it was a bit too long.  Just to digress a bit and set the scene, back in March I tried to walk them down the road- a very short walk- and it was a total nightmare.  Twins (on reins) who aren't used to walking much (for this very reason) equals a recipe for disaster.  They moaned, wanted to be carried, dragged their feet and basically refused to walk.  It was awful!! But this was March and I have since done that particular walk a few more times with more success so I decided that they could handle this slightly longer route.  And they did handle the first part really well.  They enjoyed looking in other people's gardens and being out in the fresh air.... until about three quarters of the way along when it fell apart.  First one wanted to be carried, then the other one, then they both did.  I coaxed them along as best I could until we were almost home, and then one sat on the floor refusing to move.  Now, they are not really heavy, but I am  quite short and it is very awkward to carry one whilst walking another, so I refused to carry them. So they decided to crawl along the pavement- oh man!  I was getting sympathetic looks from passers by at this point, but I was determined to finish the walk on a high and not get hysterical.  Thankfully, we spotted one of the builders outside our house and somehow, this spurred them into almost running back.  Jeez-Louise-  I'm not sure we'll be doing that again in a hurry!  Such is my life with twins.  Even simple things like going for a walk can be fraught and tiresome, but at the end of the day, the struggle is worth it and I have to keep remembering that.  Oh, yeah, and it made those biccies taste even nicer when I got to sit down at nap-time with my CK mug and my CK plate.