In flagrante delicto

I’m quite proud of this bed.

cardboard box bed
Mario and Kwazii in a compromising position

There are quite a few dolls, but it’s currently a one-bed house, so they’ll have to take it in shifts.

Are they sitting comfortably

Now Anne doesn’t think the boxes are just for trashing, she’s realised I’m making something for her to play with:

Chairs and sofa
One of those Playmobil figures is as old as Neil

I’ve made two seating concepts, a slot-together and tub chair style, neither of which I’m happy with. Neil made one up off the top of his head, which is brilliant and works. Jammy sod.

This, by the way, doesn’t mean she won’t still trash it. She takes the nickname the Gilsons gave her quite seriously — Anne-zilla.

And so it begins

The great cardboard box doll’s house project:

cardboard boxes, doll house skeleton

See my crafting board for the inspiration*. At the moment, the concept is for a ground and first floor, plus a first floor garden / balcony. All to be attached with hook and loop tape, so they can be separated and stored in the larger, ground floor unit.

* Yes, I’m on Pinterest. I signed on to research it for a web project, so I’ve decided to use it.

With great care

Going for a walk with her favourite teddy and mini-stroller, I discovered that Anne does pay attention to what I do.


This is her re-positioning teddy and she also frequently stopped to ‘check’ on him and stroke the top of his head. Aw, bless her heart.

Where do I even start

An email I received today read as follows:

Dear Blogger

[Removed] is having a tie up promotion with the bloggers to reward your loyal followers with an attractive discounts on any travel insurance that they buy through your website. We will provide a hyperlink for your website. It will also spike more traffic into your website. Please kindly revert if you are interested and I will be glad to follow you through this process.

Thank you and have a great day ahead.

Warmest Regards,
[Name and email address removed]

So let’s count the problems with this email.

  1. Dear Blogger? Do a mail merge and use my name at least.
  2. ‘… a tie up promotion with the bloggers’ is a seriously awkward phrase. Sounds a bit kinky, even.
  3. ‘… an attractive discounts’? Really? How did you get this job without a basic grasp of grammar?
  4. How exactly will my linking to your website ‘spike more traffic into’ mine? I foresee the main beneficiary of a bunch of blogs linking to your site being your company.
  5. What will I ‘revert’ to if I’m interested? A younger, more gullible self?
  6. I’m honestly not sure how you can run this promotion if you intend to follow — not guide — me through the process of being a sucker and giving you an inbound link.

I’m too sleep deprived to even pretend to suffer fools gladly, so please come up with something more thought-out and I won’t make fun of you next time.

Maize, cheese, and spring onion scones

Start with a basic recipe, change up the flour a little, and add a different cheese and a bit of green.

cheese scone

1½ cups plain flour
½ cup maize flour (cornmeal)
3 tsp baking powder
A pinch of salt
A sprinkle of cayenne pepper
1 cup mixed strong cheddar cheese and Parmesan, grated
1 spring onion, chopped
1 tbsp vegetable oil
125ml milk
1 egg

Preheat your oven to 200°C (190°C fan). Sift the flours, baking powder, salt, and cayenne pepper into a large bowl. Add the cheese and spring onions. Mix the egg, milk, and vegetable oil in a separate bowl or measuring cup. Add it to the dry ingredients and mix with a fork. When it gets a bit annoying, switch to your hands, but don’t over-work it.

Sprinkle a little maize flour on your work surface and turn the dough out on it. I don’t have a suitable pastry cutter, so I pressed the dough into a rough circle about two cm thick and cut it into eight wedges. If you have a cutter, use it. Place them, a couple of centimetres apart, on some baking parchment, which is already on a baking tray.

Bake for 15-20 minutes. Serve warm with butter.

Frog in a pot

I overheard a woman at the bus stop a couple of days ago, acknowledging she was overweight and needed to do more. When I looked at her, I did think, “Not by today’s standards!”