Where's the saucepan? THERE'S the saucepan!

I'm really trying hard not to get concerned that we may already have had summer. You know, last week? That Sunday afternoon that was so lovely? I've been sowing seeds in the cold half-dark (it says MARCH on the packet. Right there) and planting tubers in the snow, and having to stash everything in the greenhouse, (I say greenhouse, I mean framework of plastic-coated metal, with three shelves, and a zip-close plastic cover. Bleurgh. Not only is it DEEPLY unsightly, the zip won't even close. I want a proper little greenhouse, and I don't have a birthday for AGES. Bah.) and bringing them out again when the weather gets lovely, and putting them back in again when it goes horrible AGAIN. The poor little planties don't know whether it's lunchtime or midnight in Moscow.

To while away the dark hours, the kids made brownies. After the measuring, the mixing, the greasing, and the licking clean, and then the face-wiping, Sid felt a bit of bling was called for. And I LIED TO HER. I asked if I could take a picture of her with her lovely alice band on, when what I wanted to do was to capture her (temporary) resemblance to the Laughing Cavalier.



And the saucepan? I have no idea how often I was in and out of the house this last week, lugging green stuff back and forth, before I saw the saucepan I had been missing all week.
And it still had the burnt-on chicken carcass inside, from when I forgot the stock.