This afternoon
I am witnessing a breathtaking landscape from the window in the study room. There are little houses and chimneys on agains the mountain. Further away, the snow, almost like a cream dessert. And then on top of it all a rash of clouds in purple and blurry pink. The kind of stuff you feel grateful for when you live in a place like this.

I went to the park today with the Muffin. He had his fruit there. He also had a go with a swing for the first time. He seemed to like it. The whole event made me think of my own little me when i went to parks. Here's what i remember: I wasn't a big socializer. I liked playing with the sand and the dirt the most. I was afraid of heights so slides we not my favourite for a while. I was always looking around for treasures, such as sticks.

If money issues, time problems and lack of proper furniture weren't an obstacle, i'd be cooking 24/7. I've watched a chef make melon caviar today on telly. And i have a recipe for the richest chocolate cake ever. Still, learning also means failing. Last night i tried to invent Asian noodles with sweet corn and green beans in white wine sauce in the wok. It turned out mushy and plain dreadful.

I'm off to iron a pile of clothing now.