This much I know today, Flapjack Friday:
:: I'm ready to bake again after a while without sweet smells and fine flapjacks (above).
:: This weekend will provide just the opportunity I need. I have to test crumble recipes, jam recipes and a recipe for a super-size birthday cake.
:: By Monday I might not have the same urge to bake.
:: I find children's books quite wonderful. I have nearly come to the end of filleting a huge number of titles for ideas for the book that comes out in July and I have to send a pile of these books to my publisher so that illustrations can be sorted out. But what if I need to look at my favourite parts of Thimble Summer/Ballet Shoes/The Family from One End Street/Danny the Champion of the World while they are gone?
:: Maybe I won't need to, because I'm back in a good reading groove again.
:: Which means I know that Somewhere Towards the End by Diana Athill is best not read just before turning out the light. The very frank and honest words she writes about death and dying do not send you to sleep. Quite the opposite.
:: And Darwin's Island requires full concentration, too, if you are not a biologist. But it's worth it.
:: That a weekend filled with books and quilts and baking and fresh air and family is one to look forward to. Even if the fresh air bit is a little too cold for my liking.