Candis Comp – A Lino Omelette & a Cup of Wee
This is the blog I’ve decided to submit. I’ve trimmed it down a bit and have my fingers crossed. It’s a great shame they don’t allow me to submit photos too, but hey ho! I think they’ll get the picture anyway, at least I hope they will. I mainly decided on this one because it was already a short blog (this comp entry stipulates 200 words), and because there really is a cook book called ‘An Omelette and a Glass of Wine’ by someone called Elizabeth David (as @compergrapevine rightly commented) – so it may make them chuckle from the start if they know the book. I’m not convinced at its brilliance, or my chances, but then I never am. I’ve just done my best and let’s hope they at least consider me….
Horace and I had a lovely lie in this morning and we presumed Sausage was having a lie in too. Normally I hear him wake up and go downstairs with him, but this morning I heard nothing; he’s obviously perfected stealth mode. We only realised he was awake when he arrived up in our room half dressed, bearing an opened pot of jam whilst jabbering on about milk going ‘whoosh!’ With fear and trepidation I came downstairs.
I found what can only be described as a lino omelette. 12 smashed eggs and milk splashed all over the kitchen floor. I was so annoyed at having to clear it all up and went on to Twitter to share my woes. Whilst typing I suddenly heard my eldest daughter laughing hysterically at her brother. Sausage then casually ambled into the room cradling one of my lovely green Denby mugs – filled with wee. His potty training is not going quite to plan and these days he is prone to freestyling. In this instance he decided, being the intuitive soul he is, that I needed a cup of wee to go with my lino omelette. A bizarre breakfast I could definitely have done without!