dark wet day

I'm no longer the Mother of two pre-schoolers. Indeed the request to bake cakes and help with the school library and - God forbid - join the PTA, will probably arrive this afternoon.

Baby and me are home in the mess, home on this dark wet day, home without either of our big boys.

And it's raining. Pouring.

If it would clear up, then I could garden. Like chocolate for my soul.