The last couple of posts have been a bit serious*, haven’t they? Let’s lighten up the mood a bit eh!
Remember that a while ago I was telling you about the Feisty Tapas Nespresso Challenge that I, the totally craft-challenged one, had set the likes of Red Ted Art, Rainy Day Mum and Domestic Goddesque?
Then yesterday I realised I could enter my own challenge. Ok, so the words and photos of the post are mine but the entry is officially Mr Tapas’ who, a few days ago and with the adoring help of LittleT, made this with the box where the Nespresso capsule sleeves arrive:
It has brought a new word to LittleT’s vocabulary: castle. No princesses though, just a guard, a camel that wasn’t feeling too photogenic and the obligatory slice of bread. Perhaps she thought it was a dungeon?
*Tooth update: still toothless, now with a dodgy back after trying to help LittleT wee in her potty earlier. When they say becoming a mother in your late thirties is a risk, no one mentions this is why.
On the plus side, we won the lottery yesterday: a tender. Yes, that’s right: a whole 10 sterling pounds. Since the boiler keeps overheating and I doubt our winnings are going to cover the cost, I’m thinking I’ll spend the money on cake, what do you think?0