Suburban Sunday

Despite the beautiful weather I seem to have spent the weekend in the kitchen and therefore have nothing much to say (what's new I hear you all cry!). However I 'm feeling virtuous in the Domestic Goddess dept.

My freezer now contains:

• 2 sticky toffee puddings, one for my mum (who is looking after the children next weekend while we have a night away) and one for the following weekend when some friends come to stay.
• 1 enormous lasagne, also for said friends weekend.

• 1 lemon and poppy seed cake, also large, to take to work on my birthday sometime soon!

I have also marinated, chopped, prepared and eaten 2 BBQ's as well as getting to the bottom of the holiday washing and ironing pile. So you see I have had one of those scintillating Suburban weekends that are enough to send one screaming into the woods, never to return!

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Other news:

The greenhouse has landed! Completely flat packed of course. Husband has been wrestling with it all weekend. (See why I call this 'Moments from Suburbia'? How much more suburban can we get?! Mr. & Mrs. Suburban and their domesticity) The greenhouse has been screwed and bolted several times and several ways. He has actually been quite patient, I would have thrown it about the garden a few times by now!! It is lying in bits on the grass as I write! We even had to take a trip to the garden center to take photos (yes I know!!) of how some of the bits went together for reference!! I humoured him of course and haven't once snickered (or helped!!! Bad girl!)

However perhaps I shouldn't say he wrested with it, because it did bite back! He has a little bit of a phobia about blood and when he came to the back door asking for some kitchen paper he didn't look too bad, but by the time I 'd got him into the kitchen and went upstairs to find the first aid stuff he was looking a bit pale! It was only a little cut and not deep at all but after I had 'tended' to his wound (!) he said he felt as if he was going to faint and took refuge in the downstairs toilet for 10 minutes!! On emerging he announced he was 'going for a lie down' and wobbled upstairs!

I kept stirring my cheese sauce for a while but with no noise coming from upstairs after a time I thought I ought to go up and see if he was still breathing! As I walked up I did wonder, fleetingly, what I would do if he wasn't. However he was completely recovered and suggested I stay for a while! Surely not on a Sunday in suburbia darling!