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Tiny hands, tiny feet, there's someone new we'd like you to meet!

Gender: Girl
D.O.B: Thursday 20 April 2006
Time: 5:20am
Weight: 2.95kg/6pound

Our original due date was Wednesday 19 April 2006; however during our weekly midwives appointment (on the Monday) there was no indication that Bubbalu was coming anytime soon. Wednesday passed with no news and when I went to bed at midnight, on Wednesday night, I had no indication of what was about to happen

Le' Oof, Oof… I hear musik!

Most who know me probably don't know that I *love* jazz/lounge music from non-English speaking singers, particularly French…. they could be singing about stepping in dog do-do and I wouldn't have a clue :o) There is just something so captivating and alluring about the sound of a foreign jazz singer <shrug>

My latest "worship" is for Pink Martini's second album "Hang on Little Tomato" (how cute is that name!) it includes songs in French, Italian, Japanese, Croatian, Spanish and English.

New site launched!

Although it might “look” mostly the same, over the past few weeks I have completely rebuilt my site using an open source content management system (CMS) called Drupal.

Why I hear you ask... well contrary to what most are thinking it’s not because I have too much time on my hands waiting for Bubbalu to arrive (far from it, this exercise has seen waaaaaaay too many late nights with me tearing out my hair whilst scream obscenities at my computer like a crazy man).

Toast

Following on from my Christmas readings of Nigel Slater's "The Kitchen Diaries" I have final bought his childhood memoirs "Toast".

It's an odd little book, full of short stories of a childhood remembered through food.In each chapter, he takes you on a tour of the contents of his family's pantry-rice pudding, tinned ham, cream soda, mince pies, lemon drops, bourbon biscuits.

His mother was a chops-and-peas sort of cook, exasperated by the highs and lows of a temperamental stove, a finicky little son, and the asthma that was to prove fatal. His father is a honey-and-crumpets man with an unpredictable temper. When he is widowed, Nigel's father takes on a housekeeper with social aspirations and a talent in the kitchen and the following years become a heartbreaking cooking contest for his father's affections. As he slowly loses the battle, Nigel finds a new outlet for his culinary gifts and we witness the birth of what was to become a lifelong passion for food. Nigel's likes and dislikes, aversions and sweet-toothed weaknesses, form a fascinating backdrop this moving memoir of childhood, adolescence, and sexual awakening.

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