sun!

[erastes]

the beauty of the conservatory at dad’s is that you get the natural light and take advantage of days like these, cold and very bright. It would be unbearable to sit in the dark house all day.

Had good feedback about I Knew Him from a writer whose word I trust implicitly—I get crisis of faith moments (I’m sure you’ve noticed, :D ) and she said she liked it with a few reservations—which is perfectly valid and I agree with everything she said. I was playing a few games with the book, and one of them isn’t really working, so I’ll probably ditch it. It’s only the second person to have read it in the state its in at the moment, and although beta number 1 says it’s good, I doubt myself hugely. This is not a cry for reassurance so don’t, please, just to possibly put the insecurity out there, so others might realise they aren’t the only ones.

I’ve tried to make a rice pudding today – one of Dad’s favourites and something I’d rather be tortured than eat myself – and it’s not going very well. It has dried out once already, so added a heap more milk, then realised I hadn’t added nutmeg – but we’ll see what happens. Dad likes desserts, I don’t all that much – but I have been making crumbles recently for him. Mum always made him a dessert and I never do – and rice pudding was one of her masterpieces. I’m not going to measure up at ALL in that regard, I’m afraid. It should be the easiest dessert in the world. Pudding Rice, sugar, nutmeg, water, butter – bake slowly for 2 hours. Obviously too easy for me!  or not easy enough…

 

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