I have wine. I have crochet on my knee:-
I have been for a walk in my rainbow wellies with the toddler twinnage:-
We saw sheep whose wool was just begging to be shorn (in this unseasonably mild weather), spun, dyed, and knitted. The twinnage sweetly observed that someone had been drawing on the sheep, so I had to explain about marking them so everyone knows who owns them.
We came home and baked my deceptively-easy-chocolate-cake:-
…But I’m feeling bad. The twinnage, though adorable, have been, um, a tad challenging. I am not a shouty mummy, but I shouted. Sorry, twinnage.