Rock Cakes and Restaurants

After eating far too many cakes last night I did my best road runner impression this morning with a good 45 minute jog around the river. Feeling magnanimous on my return and with a day trip to Southwold ahead of us, I thought it only right to rustle up a batch of rock cakes, my father's favourite as I thought he could probably do with fattening and cheering up. Infused with cinnamon and mixed spices and flooded with currants, cranberries and raisins, they went down a storm and did just the trick.

We took the kids out for lunch which was nice, however the joy of not having to cook was almost cancelled out by the hell of having to contain 3 children for an hour. It's funny how easy you forget what a nightmare it is eating out with children under 5. Thankfully we are now back at the ranch and dinner is looking like beans on toast and a box of after eights, there is a lot to be said for staying at home, something i'm looking forward to doing tomorrow!