Pancakes and Playdough - in Pyjamas

"Mum, you haven't made play dough since we lived in Melbourne," said my son last night. And it is true.

The tiny kitchen with barely two feet of bench space in our rental home here in Adelaide did not allow for much kitchen creativity, whereas in Melbourne I often cooked on one side of the kitchen bench while one of my (then) little ones played with play dough or a scrap of ordinary dough on the other.

This morning both play dough and pancakes were promised. My daughter made the pancakes and I the no-cook playdough. And joy of joys there was room for both in the kitchen without crowding.

Have I told you how much I love my new house?

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