This is my kitchen/workspace as of about 2.30NZT. In the oven, slow-cooked tomato and beef stew is gently bubbling in a a fake Le Creuset casserole. On top of the oven is a roasting dish filled with charred muesli (I forgot about it while I was reading the Small Girl a story). The pantry door and adjacent drawers are open because I was making aforementioned stew and muesli at the same time as the Small Girl was wanting to a) put an apron on, b) take an apron off and c) have a story read to her.
On the bench are various bits of detritus, including a bowl of beef stock, half of a marrow that I decided wasn't fit for the stew and a bowl of the less burned bits of muesli.
The island is swamped by two unread newspapers, two recipe books, a dozen eggs I rescued from the helping hands of the Small Girl, several unpaid bills and a bag of castors for the futon (don't ask me what they're doing there, I have no idea). You can't see it, but I know my laptop is steaming with two unfinished commissions (deadline approaching), about 50 emails requiring thought/action and a bunch of stories that need editing.
I won't show you the rest of the house, but it's just about the same. And my in-laws are coming tomorrow. Where's a fairy godmother when you need one?
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