Rainy Sunday Afternoon

As far as I'm concerned, a wet sunday afternoon has to be the worst of all possible combinations. However, we're currently recovering from having hosted the Akester Family Christmas Party yesterday, so sitting on the sofa reading The Observer, eating Tunnocks Teacakes and keeping less than a weather eye on the children is about all I can manage today, so I'm hoping I won't get an attack of the mean reds by teatime.

Yesterday was excellent if hectic, with six children aged between 10 and 10 months charging round the house fuelled by lemonade and cadburys chocolate fingers. I made a lovely caremelised orange trifle, the recipe for which can be found here and was very amused to find my sister and sister-in-law tucking into it with serving spoons. There's not much left by now, as you can imagine.

So, beef stew in the slow cooker for about six hours, Chelsea v Arsenal on the box in a couple of hours and plenty of tea in the pot, and this afternoon might not be as bad as all that.

(That said, Jacob is getting more miss than hit with his potty training today and I'll have to get the mop out later or the living room will smell something akin to the side of McDonalds in Peckham on a summer Saturday night....)