It didn't help that at the end of term I thought it would be a lovely idea for daughter to make homemade fudge for her teachers. (Yes, I know, I never pick the easy option, do I?)
"Easy, " I thought, remembering that I used to be able to make fudge, twenty years ago!
(You've spotted the flaw in the plan, haven't you?)
So the weekend before she broke up, I phoned my dad for the recipe (he is the master fudge maker in the family), we practised and it was almost perfect.
Of course, none of it survived the weekend, so on Wednesday evening we doubled the quantities to make enough for three teachers (plus a bit extra for us), found I couldn't get the temperature high enough and ended up with a tray of beige sludge. Disaster!
So the following day it was off to the local shop after school for more ingredients and we made the fudge in two batches on Thursday evening. Exhuasted (from all the beating) and boiling hot, daughter and I bagged up the fudge in pretty cellophane bags, made three gift tags and took them into school the following day.
It would have been much easier to buy three boxes of chocolates!
Anyway, that was two weeks ago. I've had a holiday in Gran Canaria since then (promise I'll blog about that next) and I've got the rest of the lovely summer holiday stretching out ahead of me, hopefully providing lots of blog fodder.
Tomorrow I'm going shopping for a new guitar taking my guitar guru (my aging rocker of a dad, yes, really, he sometimes plays along with this band) to advise me. Unfortunately, my dad's idea of a good guitar is a £2000 Fender or Les Paul, I'm thinking more £200. Still, it should be a fun day out!