If you're looking for me today, you'll find me googling for soups. The Eldest Latte is back from her palate surgery, and unable to eat a whole range of things including toast, crisps, vegetables with husks on, and chocolate. A moment's silence please.
Ice-cream, wondrously, is allowed.
Anyway I hope no-one minds me sharing my scratty photography with you once more, as I join in - woefully late - with Simplesparrow's kitchen poetry. I present to you pictures of a children's ward Parent Kitchen.
It's not art. But it has been my kitchen for the week, and a welcome escape from a stuck DVD playing The Little Mermaid on a loop, and the estranged parents visiting the bed next to us hissing at each other about maintenance payments.
And, of course, my breathtaking nightly readings of High School Musical, where our ward neighbours got to listen to a middle-aged Englishwoman reading phrases such as "That's awesome, dudes!" in a very uncomfortable voice.