Ro and his children came over today. They are a delight, eat whatever is put in front of them, without being greedy or picky and are always good humoured. They're a credit to both their parents, who co-parent impeccably, despite their divorce.
Rufus will be 11 next month. Perdita was 6 in January. Within a week, she managed to knock out both her front teeth, which was pretty alarming for Ronan, who was in charge both times. The first tooth went when she was at school and fell off the climbing frame - or something like that. When Ro arrived to pick her up, there was a lot of blood. Second tooth went at his house, when the children were upstairs. They weren't fighting exactly, it seems that Rufus sneaked up and grabbed her from behind, she swung a fist - and hit herself in the mouth. Again, blood. Perdita seemed less upset than he was, but they're all over that now and she's proud of her massive gap. When they wanted a snack this afternoon, I offered an apple, cut up and she said quite casually that cut up would be good as she can't bite apples.
Anyway, it's now 7.30pm and the wonder is that I'm not exhausted already. This morning, I woke up around 5.45, though I jolly well didn't get up then. I'm not giving up my owl identity without a fight. I listened to the dawn chorus and read a book until a reasonable hour, around half past seven. Even at that, I was ready for mid-morning coffee by 9. Early mornings are great in theory, but they really mess up the day.
I made lasagne for lunch and, because we'd picked up new-laid eggs, that's what they had for their tea. Rufus chose a fried egg sandwich and Perdita wanted dippy eggs with toast though, at their father's suggestion, I fried those too so she didn't have to manage an egg cup. All four eggs had suitably runny yolks and both plates were cleared. I'd absent-mindedly put butter in a saucepan rather than a frying pan, so I used it to make scrambled eggs for me. I used rather more butter than I'd normally have, which added nicely to flavour and texture. It made me think of Swallows and Amazons, where they called scrambled eggs "buttered eggs." They were.