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Hello and welcome to another last minute throw down what you’ve got in your tired end of the day brain, which regularly for me aint a lot, entry of blog. Not much from me to you this time around, I lead a pretty univentful life at the best of times and having to contribute to a weekly newsletter/blog is sometimes a bit tough to do, but as I always say, something is better than nothing, if I didn’t write anything on my blog then I would feel like I did when I had the occasional feigned sick day off school when I was a kid, I’d feel like I was copping out on not doing something I was supposed to do and feel guilty all over the place. How I wish at times like these I were more gifted in the art of being able to write and make up things to pretend I do the things I’d like to do, but don’t do just to write to make this blog a bit more interesting for people to read, but I can’t/don’t want to do that do that. I just have one short story for you ………..

Kids are great, my 5 year son Oliver recently attended a cooking course to learn how to make pizza. He often watches me and sometimes helps me in the kitchen when I’m trying to russle up some weekend chow for the family and I believe that’s what triggered off his interest in wanting to play around with some bread dough. Anyway, after he had made his pizza he brought it to my office to proudly show me his creation. It was still hot and although I asked for a taste he quite rightly declined and said, in a fashion, “I’ll save you some for later”. With that said, he trundled off home and that was that. When I got home sure enough there was my piece of pizza waiting for me as Oliver had promised. If it had been my daughter Emma that had been on the same cooking course, of course it would have been a different story, pretty much all the pizza would have ended up going through her digestive system, but not Oliver, only 5 years old and true to his word. About a week later my daughter finally managed to get in on the pizza making act, Oliver wanted to try to replicate the fine job he’d made of making pizza in the cooking school, but this time at home. Well, when big sister got involved that’s when the dough literally hit the fan, things got out of hand a bit and to cut a long story short, we are still eating sausage, cheese and tomato pizza a week later and we’re still trying to take clumps of dried pizza bread dough off floors, sink draining board, doors, table tops, dining room table you name it, pizza dough managed to get where water can’t always get. My wife and I are pretty good because we’ll let our kids have a go at most things whether it’s in the kitchen cooking or baking, using the sewing machine to make something or taking out screw drivers to unscrew screws to put batteries into toys. My kids are curious and want to try many things, as most kids do, and we let them for the most part, which is the way it should be, but if we were any lesser inclined as parents on that particular point then they would not have the chance to experiment, and they would not learn anything new, both about themselves, and how to respond to the reaction of others in certain situations – all valuable stuff. I don’t mind having to eat pizza for a week, but it does have to be baked properly, in my daughter’s eagerness to want to get stuck into eating what she had helped to create she pulled some of it out of the oven a bit too quickly. Although she was told by her mum and I that the pizzas needed to be left in the oven longer she argued otherwise, but when Oliver piped in with “Mummy and daddy are right because my pizza teacher told me the same thing” that’s when her ears opened up and she kept her pizzas in longer, so thanks to young Oliver we ended up with far less in the way of unbaked pizza to get through. Until next week, look after yourselves and keep asking questions, never be frightened to question the answers you are given, always keep looking for answers to create questions that have yet to be asked.  Stephen Austwick 2012.