*sweatdrop*
Aaand my blogging's slipping again, largely because I've been working frankly antisocial hours this week.
Went to Oxf on Saturday! Made toffee apples as promised, although I managed not only to burn the toffee but to persuade it to emit something resembling teargas which took out both of us. Fireworks were great; we arrived on time, hung around for the requisite half hour, went 'ooooh' at the shinies, and were appropriately impressed by the organisers' spirited attempt at setting fire to South Parks with a bonfire that would only have been mildly enhanced by a Viking warlord and all his possessions. She was suddenly stricken by an uncontrollable urge to make coq au vin (I love it when that happens ^_^) I was once again reminded how much I love Guy Fawkes' Night and the sheer Britishness of celebrating the anniversary of some bloke completely failing to blow up Parliament. I do hope that nasty Americanised Hallowe'en doesn't grow to swallow it in my lifetime.
Then on Sunday myself and the brat made like dutiful kiddies and went to the grandparents' for lunch (I think they mostly wanted to establish that we weren't slowly starving to death with the parents away). 'Twas very nice, although R's parting comments about how he thinks my front left wheel is about to fall off were really comforting as I drove home in standing water and driving rain. And then this @£*%$ing wasp... actually, see above.