A relaxing day

Changed the sheets, bathed the dog, cleaned the kitchen, washed the floor, pegged out the laundry, made the Great Big Cake, put gel coat on cow wings which slid off in places, bought cake dec supplies, made cupcakes with ManditheKiwi and had a 28th Wedding Anniversary.  I'm shattered.

Didn't you go swimming?  No, Mr Smith, I didn't.  You lazy cow.

So many cooks

Today's blog reads exactly as yesterday's.  Put the stuff on the cow's wing and in the night it all slid off.  Add the momentous traffic jam I was stuck in all morning in the bus plus getting drunk with ManditheKiwi who came round for dinner, and that's my day.  I did meet up with Ollie Pigeon who explained the mysteries of casting a little more clearly.  I didn't expect him to be at the shop so it was a pleasant surprise to see him.  He says it always slides off but pay no attention.  Ah a Delia of a man. (I like her Don't worry if it goes a bit lumpy/curdles etc advice). He also sold me some thickener to make the stuff a bit more like toothpaste and a little less like glace icing.

We then concentrated on the Great Big Cake and how I was going to make little fish and shells from fimo then cast them and he had all the kit and a lovely little instrument to poke bits with.  I need to get some modelling paste and get cracking.  I feel a mermaid coming on at any moment.

Today is fish soup day.  Mr Smith demands Bouillebasse.  Mrs Smith and Anthony Warrell- Thompson will convene.  Soup will be made. I have found a nice Rick Stein recipe and there's a Jamie too. I have a better idea .... just buy some from Waitrose and chuck in a bit of extra prawn tails or something but annoyingly Mr Smith is at home today.  It's dalek Friday.  I don't want to be exterminated again like I was this morning for not getting out of bed super early and rushing off to the market before any of the stalls were set up!  If he sees me opening a can or packet of fish soup I may as well exterminate myself on the spot.

It is our wedding anniversary tomorrow.  I can't quite remember how many years but we got married somewhere back in the dark ages.

Messy Moo

OH NO.  I put the rubber solution on the cow's wing and it all slid off.  What a mess.  Start again. Back to Tiranti for more supplies and something to keep the rubber solution in place. I hate these fucking cows.

And now for something else I can mess up.  Mr Smith wants me to make Bouillebasse or however you spell it.  Fish soup.  Off to source some fish in North End Road market.  Not sure about mussels as I dont know if they have them in the market or how good they will be.  I might get those in a vacuum pack from Sainsburys.  Don't tell on me.

The Great Big Cake is all cooked and ready to be sculpted.  It is really fairly stress free .... Those cows are using every microbead of angst I can muster.  Tomorrow I will go to the cake decorating supplies shop - my heaven!

Oh look it is sunny.  Better go and make hay.

Melancholy mood

A better day for Mrs Smith although I am once again entering the competition to be Britain's oldest menstruating woman and got hit quite hard by pmt.  I was really down, still am a bit.  I just wanted to be quiet but my boys had loud football on telly and shouting.  I just wanted everyone to go away.  It is sunny today so I am perking up.

I took myself off to London town yesterday to visit Tiranti, the casting supplies shop, where I had a little refresher course on how to cast.  I took my not very trusty fold up shopping trolly that folds itself up at just the wrong moment and filled it with casting supplies.  My goodness it was heavy.  It only folded up its wheels once as I was getting on the bus and I had to drag it to my seat.  Embarrassing.  I kicked it a bit and locked its wheel back in place.  I think I was expecting rather great things of it.  Anyway, the chap at the shop was brilliant and explained everything so clearly and was so encouraging.  The client is paying for the stuff. Happy me.

Mr Smith has postponed the purchase of our flat til Monday. Perfect.  Sometimes he listens to me.  I just want to get the cows done then I can play at the seaside.

Reading interesting book The Beck Diet Solution.  This is not a diet but tells you how to stick to a diet and owns up to the fact that dieting is difficult, takes time and is like having a job.  It involves lots of sticky bits of paper and notes.  So if you see a woman carrying around lots of little bits of paper with little messages on them .. she's probably me.  I don't think Mr Smith is going to take kindly to awful little post-its everywhere.  I might skip that bit and stay fat.

Mrs Smith's day off

Yesterday I had a no cow day.  I needed to have a break as they are giving me a massive headache.   I did everything else instead.  I cleaned up our pigsty of a kitchen, baked the first section of the Great Big Cake, cleaned out the Dyson including washing some hidden parts.  Apparently you should do this monthly.  I have done it once in three years.  I then topped off my domestic achievements by cleaning the barbecue, a really disgusting job of unparalleled gunkiness.  Many pairs of rubber gloves and scouring things later it still looks greasy and vile.

I spent the rest of the day doing my, very difficult jigsaw puzzle.  I can't really moan as it was me who designed it.  The nice company are sending me a new board today without a bloody great ridge in the middle.  No charge.  Oh how kind, right and proper.  I don't even have to return the old one.

This morning I got up early, assessed the cows .... Mmmm.  Perhaps not as bad as I thought.  I then admired my squeaky clean kitchen and made two more layers of the Great Big Cake.  I made a bit of a botch turning out the top section but they all have to be sculpted into a giant mound so it'll be fine.
No cake crumbs allowed in my clean kitchen.  I told Mr Smith off for leaving his breakfast things on the side and standing messily. What a houseproud little fairy I am turning into.  Makes a change from a total slut I suppose.

Oh bullocks!

I am starting to panic.  Apparently we have only one day of nice weather left and I have to get the cows finished.  I sprayed one of them yesterday and all the spray just blew off like dust.  Oh blast.  I went and bought more spray paint but I am a bit afraid to try it.  The neighbours cough.  Spray paint is a bit ahem hack hack.  Mr Smith and I have moved the cows down to the vegetable garden.  He moaned.  I will cover the last of the beans in spray paint.  He will then moan more.

Then I have a set of wings to make.

Then I have to somehow attach a set of wings to a cow.

Then I can make my cake and do my jigsaw puzzle which is very tricky indeedy.  The expensive tray thing I bought to do it on has a nasty ridge in the middle.  I don't think it did when it came but I left in the hot sun so now it's all waffly so it's a bit like doing a puzzle on your bed.  I wrote to the people and moaned.  I suppose I will have to send it back but the Apprentice undid the parcel when it arrived and the packaging looks like a pack of wild animals have attacked it.

There is one blessing of the day, Mr Smith has gone to golf ... dressed like a stripey carrot.

Paying for the privelege

Mr Smith has offered me a lunch out at the golf club for our anniversary next week.  A bit dreary but I suppose so.  "Have you got any credit on your club card?" Yes thanks.  So I have to pay as well.  Stuff that.

We almost own our little Kent seaside retreat.  Next week I hand over all my money and we die poor.

I would have painted cows today but my jigsaw arrived.  I vowed to keep it for Christmas so I tore off the paper and made an immediate start and have done nothing else all day but sit in the sun piecing bits of monkeys together. It is very tricky.  The special mat thingy I bought is a bit waffly which makes the puzzle almost impossible.  I have complained.  I think it is because  I left it in the sun.  I woud send it back but the Apprentice opened the package tearing it to shreds.  Packing will be majorly tricky.