Fishcakes and Baby Hickeys

So far this week I have:

- triumphantly made my first ever fishcakes - thank you Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall and the River Cottage Baby & Toddler Cookbook (otherwise known as Remedial Cookery for New Parents Who Realise Their Child Should Probably Not Live On Toast) - AND hoummus, from a recipe emailed to me by a stranger. SO good.

hoummus. the fishcakes were gone

- got a hickey. or four. on my arm. from my BABY. (Did everyone else know about this?! I had no idea this was even a thing. Like baby boners. That was weird too.)

weird, weird

- actually *read* half of this week's New Yorker. Wait. I'm lying: actually read one and a half long articles. Plus the Goings On About Town - which I always look at despite being on quite the wrong continent to make a reservation. And most of the cartoons.

At what point in a New Yorker subscription does one stop feeling guilty at a new issue arriving before the previous one has been opened? Must read more. Not on the iPad.

- taken Mister G on an excursion to the British Museum

and

- drawn creepy pictures of a sleeping baby

the caption reads 'my hand has forgotten how to draw'

So, a mixed bag.

We are off to Sicily tomorrow for some house cleaning.

Bring on the granita...