It was a nice weekend, at home, in which

• Robyn baked four dozen cupcakes.
• The kids iced four dozen cupcakes.
  
• The kids ate three dozen cupcakes.
• Peter got one pink eye (a decidedly un-nice part of the weekend).
• I felt guilty about the above.
• We played Cluedo.
• Peter and the kids printed out photos.
• Lauren painted a wooden dolls' house she is making from a kit.
  
• There was an A1 Race in Durban.
• Patriotically, I watched some of it on TV.
• Motor racing does not do it for me.
• The kids and I painted the inside of the Wendy House, very nearly completed by my dad.
• Shortly after starting this project a decision was made to paint the floor too.
• Though not finished, it is looking rather colourful in the Wendy House now.
  
• My bath was also very colourful shortly afterwards.
  
• I read most of a Penelope Lively book.
• I remember enjoying her books as a child but for some reason have not discovered her fiction for adults.
• I also finished 44 Scotland Street by Alexander McCall Smith.
• He is one of my favourite authors.
• I jumped on the trampoline with Danny.
  
• The kids swam together for an idyllic few hours.
• I helped Robyn research Natalie Du Toit for a sports-themed school mini-project.
• Robyn found Natalie's story quite upsetting.
  
• We spoke about courage and adversity and attitudes towards people with disabilities.
  
• We watched Sense and Sensibility.
• Also Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
• The car of my childhood was named Bang Bang Chitty Chitty after the movie.
• My dad still drives it.
• It is 42 years old.
  
• I just realised I forget to buy more make-up.
• I have no make-up left.
• Except some potentially pink-eye-infected mascara.
• I am not desperate enough to use this.
• Peter is nagging me to go to bed.
• However, it is hard to take this advice seriously as I can still hear the TV.
• Peter considers it compulsory to check all available channels before turning in for the night.
• And I, in my advanced state of personal maturity, am going to bed.