Nor is my name Amanda.

I finished packing up the bobs and bits for the exhibition, feeling quite smug actually when I used some old sheet music to make the labels.

I will try to take photos of the exhibition.

Apologies about all the whining.

This afternoon I turned my attention back to my children to find I had gained 2, I quite like it when this happens, it means that I do not have to entertain everyone.

I saw the blueberry bush full of berries and a soule ful mood hit me. I could make muffins with our own blueberries. I called the only free child, the 6 year old and suggested we make muffins together and she replied no, too busy rolling marbles down the stairs to see which went the furthest. I glumly wander off.

Other people get to do beautiful things with their kids.

I didn't sulk, I went out to pick the berries and do it myself. I have been busy with the exhibition stuff.

If I don't bake I will have to do housework.

As I picked the berries, I spied a photo opportunity and fetched the camera. When I returned the 6 year old was helping to pick. We had just enough for one batch of muffins. She was persuaded not to watch the 2 twelve year old boys who were playing minecraft in the corner of the kitchen but to continue with my own little domestic dream.

We had a lovely time.

Ahh, maybe my name is Amanda after all.

Yes, maybe a little white chocolate was added to the muffins.

No, I am not going to show you the finished cakes, I will leave you with dream......