1. Peter Pan
2. Baking Pans
3. Panic
Peter Pan was the DVD. Son 1 aged 4y 11m and Son 2 aged 23m were playing with the toy pirates. We bought Son 1 a new Captain Hook yesterday. He has got through 2 Disney ones, so now we’re on Toyshop Traditional. The old Captain Hook fell to pieces. Son 1had found a Peter-And-The-Children pin badge that I’d bought him. ”I’m a Peter Pan fan, aren’t I?” Orwell fashion, I have come to love Peter Pan. Ignore the dodgy author and the political incorrectness, and name another children’s classic that’s as brilliant on Motherhood. The Lost Boys and The Pirates who want Mothers, Wendy who doesn’t want to be a Mother to Peter, Mrs Darling sitting in the empty bedroom, and poor Peter, damaged by a closed window and another little boy asleep in his bed. ”If you find your mothers,” he said darkly, “I hope you will like them.” I bought my copy new in 1972, price 25p. And I grew up and had a son. Who feeds pieces of broken Captain Hook to toy crocodiles.
A grey day, with two shattered children. We decided yesterday went askew because we got the meals wrong. We drove the Big Town to do a Big Shop. Son 2 fell asleep in the car, Son 1 was car sick. We went down to the River and parked. The Man and I had coffee, the boys ate peanut butter sandwiches for lunch. In the supermarket, we bought heaps of cake and biscuit making ingredients. I have a week off, the forecast is not good, and I have much Uber Mother ground to make up. Son 1 longs for me to make a cake. I find cake tins frankly baffling. There are the ones with the clock hand things in them, presumably used for Getting Your Cake Out. And the ones that are rings with round circles at the bottom. Presumably also used for Getting Your Cake Out. Greaseproof paper, baking paper, baking parchment. All for Getting Your Cake Out. I’m only guessing, but is there sometimes a problem Getting Cakes Out? But anyway. We can manage muffins. And Biscuits. And Wonder Nanny will be here. I bet she can Get A Cake Out.
We did a massive pile of shopping with loads of Sunday afternoon yellow stickers. Son 1’s shopping treat was a Scooby Doo biscuit making kit. I thought it was going to be a box with biscuits for them to draw on with an icing pen. Oh no. Back home there was an egg and milk involved. I put too much milk and egg in the packet mix and ended up with gloop so sticky it glued my fingers together. I finally fought my way out of the mixing bowl, and the boys rolled it, cut the Scooby shapes and we put them in the oven. Son 2 washed green beans for tea. They had roast lamb… I went for a run.
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