My list of stuff from yesterday has been sidetracked by a small person with a temperature of 39.6, and enough booger to cement the wall around the veggie patch, and by his brother who may not be as sick, but is very, very clingy. They have finally taken themselves to bed, bolstered by panadol, fortified with a warm drink, and peace - of a sort - is reigning.

And I want junk food. This is where it gets tough. The MOTH is up in Benalla for a gig, and will be there overnight. I am feeling crabby and sidelined, and would really love to get some chocolate and other nasties. Hmmmm...

(Later)
I am *proud* of myself. I shopped at home. Bacon sandwich, followed by a coffee scroll of D's that he didn't eat, and rounded off with a hot chocolate. All from our fridge and cupboard.
Not, perhaps, a meal that makes me proud to blog it, but junk food a la pantry nevertheless.

On the plus side:
I did get the lettuces and broccoli planted, and also put the peas in. And now I have two more good polystyrene boxes with to plant more stuff out in