Do mornings in your house run swimmingly or are they a battlefield?
Because this morning, just as I was leaving the house to take Alfie to school for ‘Wacky Wednesday’ there was a three-way altercation between me, Archie and Arabella over ‘the white shirt’.
Arabella came into my line of vision and asked, ‘Have you got the white shirt?’
‘I don’t have the white shirt. Why would I have it?’
‘I phoned you from school yesterday and told you I needed it.’
‘Are you talking about Archie’s old school shirt?’
‘I told you I put it on the nature strip for the Council clean-up but I didn’t realise it was part of your costume. As I was leaving the house yesterday afternoon to get Alfie from school and take him to swimming lessons I asked Archie to go out to the nature strip and see if he could retrieve it. Ask Archie if he did that.’ Then Archie came into the room.
‘Did I just hear you say you put the white shirt I put in the wash out on the nature strip?’
‘No, it was a white shirt that was in the ironing basket and I put that on the nature strip’.
‘Well where’s the one I put in the wash?’
‘Did you get the shirt off the nature strip like I asked you to?’
‘Well why didn’t you?’ screamed Arabella.
‘Why do I have to go through a pile of garbage looking for your shirt?’ screamed back Archie.
‘Because I asked you to’, I said, and looking at Arabella I asked, ‘And why didn’t you organise this yesterday afternoon? You shouldn’t have gone jogging and when you jog you don’t need to go over the Harbour Bridge, you can jog around the block, you don’t need a scenic tour of Sydney because if you jogged locally you’d be home in time to make sure you’re organised for school the next day’.
‘So I have no white shirt?’
‘Archie, go outside and pray the shirt is still there.’ So Archie went outside and came back with his arms burdened under the weight of more than just a shirt.
‘Why are you throwing out all my things? I didn’t say you could throw out all this’, and he threw his worldly goods down on the couch.
‘I’ve been asking you to tidy your room for three weeks. As you didn’t, I sorted it for you and you don’t wear those things so they may as well be on the nature strip’.
‘I’ll wear them mum; some day.’
Arabella found the white shirt. ‘Did you get the trousers, mum?’
‘No, they’re still at the dry cleaners. I’ll pick them up today’.
‘Where’s my white shirt?’ asked Archie.
‘What white shirt? It’s there. Arabella’s got it’.
‘No, I put a white shirt in the wash yesterday and I’ve checked and it’s not there and it belongs to the Costume Department at AIM and I need it today for an assessment. Where is it?’
‘If you put something in the wash and you need it urgently you can either wash it yourself or let me know you need it so I put it on my urgent list. You said nothing. I had no idea. I’ve just put on a load of white washing so it’s probably in the machine.’
‘When’s the cycle going to finish?’
‘In 44 minutes. Arabella, you need to get to school. Archie, good luck for your assessment and it’s too bad you don’t have a shirt’.
What were the odds that both teenagers needed a white shirt from my Costume Department on the same day.
And as for Alfie; well he was a teeny bit late for Wacky Wednesday.
Degree of Difficulty: 2/5
Cost: Per slice, this is a very affordable treat.
- 1 1/2 cups plain flour
- 2 tbspns brown sugar
- 125g butter
- 2 eggs
- 1 tsp cinnamon
- 3/4 cup brown sugar, lightly packed
- 1/2 tsp baking powder
- 125g walnut pieces
- 125g dark cooking chocolate
- 60g butter
Sift flour into bowl, add sugar, rub in butter, mix with hand until ingredients cling together, press dough into greased lamington tin (16cm x 26cm). Bake in moderate oven 15 minutes. Spread with Filling, bake further 15 minutes in moderate oven. When cold top with Chocolate Icing; cut when set.
Filling: Combine eggs, cinnamon, sugar, baking powder and chopped walnuts in bowl, mix well.
Chocolate Icing: Melt chopped chocolate over hot water, gradually beat in butter.
This recipe has been adapted from The Australian Women’s Weekly Best Recipes from the Weekly.
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