Cookies made using my Mum's old biscuit press, using Lee's recipe immediately after reading this post.

They really don't look the prettiest but I haven't heard a single complaint from any of the gobbler uperers.

The third cabled baby Milo I've knitted in as many weeks.

The crappy disaster that happened when I tried to sew a pair of pants this morning. Think inside out and back to front and upside down.

The cheeky face that's getting in every photo I try to take.

I'm having a capital C for crappy day. Nothing big, just one of those days. Everything seems too big, too hard. I'm too tired. I can't be bothered. I'm needing those overemotional homeopathics too often. You wouldn't believe how many things I've dropped. I hung up on the poor man ringing from India about our electricity bill. My hair is really annoying me.

Once the pizza dough has finished mixing I'll pop it near the fire to rise and hop in the bath with the littlest. Isn't there a song about washing your cares away?

I'm going to Melbourne in the morning with Indi. My Dad is most probably getting out of hospital. Hooray!! We'll catch an early train, hang out with M and D, drink some coffee, maybe watch a film and then head home. That will be fun.