rainy morning

I was just faffing around with the oven, after the settings had all been changed by toddler, and putting the bread in, when I reallised the children were home-educating themselves. After helping shape the bread rolls, Jem had contemplated making an Eiffel tower, but had got out her flower fairy book and started writing poems to go with the watercolours. Fugs was also quietly perusing the encyclopedia. Allie is now desperately running round peering through the oven door, saying "my duck". I think it might be lunch time.