It was my daughter's birthday yesterday. I had meant to bake a cake, but as my youngest was off school with a sore throat, I really didn't get around to it. We had a Mr Kipling Giant Fondant Fancy, which looked good but, unfortunately, tasted nothing like one. Oh Well, I suppose expecting that would be like expecting a Bagpuss Cake to taste like boiled cat. If Heston made it, it probably would.

Still, I made carbonara for tea, as that is one of the few meals she will eat.

With many things I am able to turn the tide with positive thinking; I read this morning, "practice being fictional." It works as a way of improving situations, but it needs great strength of mind. All minds are creating lives, jostling and often anxious. When all work for a common purpose things are easier, and if ones own unique view is weaker, it is hard to bring about its desires. Unique may not be "wrong," just different, the "still small voice of calm," in the midst of a storm.
So, with this child who has been, up to now, a faddy eater, I must create a statement: "She is a happy, with a healthy, varied appetite!" As freaky as it sounds, these things work. When I was irritated with people, and really felt it, it perpetuated their irritant qualities. When I paused for breath, focused on their good points and affirmed positively, the relationships changed for the better, especially if I also affirmed that I was interested only in the highest good.

So, I have happy, healthy,helpful chidren, who are always polite and loving towards each other! God help us!!