I helped Miss Ten the Younger to make a batch of Anzac biscuits.
She rolled and baked and lifted the biccies from the tray.
They were perfect.
I made a cake for my mother’s birthday. Because her birthday will be one that ends in “0”, I made one of these cakes.
I helped Mr Bee with some digging and lifting and laying matting in a corner of the backyard, to make a space for our recyling bins.
Ms Thirteen rode on her bike to a friend’s place for the day.
I worked on some of the difficult passages in the Mozart requiem that my choir is singing.
Mr Bee did some of his paid work. I did some of my paid work.
I played Scrabble on my iPad.
Mr Bee and I watched a Spitfire flying loop-the-loops over our town.
I looked at some clothes that a dear friend hunted out for me on-line. I’m thinking that the orangey-red ruched one might be the go.
The Misses Ten rode on their bikes down to the local primary school to play on the jungle gyms there.
Mr Bee ran some errands down town.
I did a bit of shopping.
I made a rich stew for dinner. A soffrito of garlic and onions, to which I added celery, capsicums, mushrooms and grated carrot, followed by some canned tomatoes. I browned the meat in batches and added it to the mix, and deglazed the pan with a splash of red wine and beef stock, which went into the stew as well. I picked thyme, parsley, parcel and marjoram and chopped them and added them to the stew, along with some bay leaves and salt and pepper. It all went into the oven for a long slow cook. I served it with mashed taties and green beans and broccoli.
Mr Bee played a game of chess with Ms Thirteen, and another with Miss Ten the Younger.
I helped the Misses Ten with their piano practice.
I thought of the great great uncle who is buried somewhere in France.
This is the first of two Anzac Day posts. The second is: Make it stop.