Cream buns and journal pages

 

I woke to the sound of the dogs jolting down the spiral stairs. Barking their little lungs out, ready to protect us from any imminent danger. It turned out to be a delivery guy placing a parcel at our front door.

“He looks rather friendly"
I pointed out to the suspicious dogs. They looked at med in disbelief. Not convinced in the slightest.

Carefully they sniffed the parcel, when I opened the door to retrieve it. I was right. no imminent danger. It was happy mail to the kids from their grandmother. 

Eastereggs filled with cream and marcipan. And these. An assortment of cream buns. When the kids got up a little later, they dove right in. Heads first.

We are all ill, but not terribly ill. It just feels like we have caught a bad cold or something. Accompanied by nausea. Inconvenient but not dangerous. So we spend quit some time in the garden. Kids fooling around on the trampoline. Me admiring all the spring flowers that litteraly shoot up through the ground these days. 

The day our youngest got ill and all of this started, I stiched together a bundle of random papers to make it out for make-do journal. Later I will add more pages. I knew I wanted to document this as best as I can under these circumstances. Later on I will figure out what kind of cover I want for it. When I can muster enough brainwaves to do so. 

I'll keep you posted. I'm sure I'll figure out something usable. Perhaps even creative and somewhat pretty. You never know.