kitchen

The six year old was in forest school today, so Mehdi collected him (smelling of smoke and leaves, with a collection of whittled wood) and then drove to get the two year old at the crèche. I raced down the quays on foot to grab some half decent side dishes from M&S in Heuston station before meeting everyone in SuperValu where Mehdi was hunting for a hot chicken in a plastic bag. Food is an issue in our new place: the kitchen is unusable, and we need to clear a lot of stuff out before we can even move in a kettle, toaster and