Kindy mums. Comfort.

So I felt a bit out of place at the ole kindy mum's night.  Lucky I went with fellow mum J or I'd have been a total nigel no friends.

You were supposed to wander about and purchase things from the lady related stalls but they weren't really my thing.

So I ended up keeping it predictable and food related and purchased a nice jar of homemade marmalade.

I guess I was thinking it would all be a bit more Country Women's Associations-esque, which shows that I am both delusional and living in the wrong century.

It all made me want to go and hide behind the bike sheds and smoke a few durries.

Still, all in a good cause and they had free cheap sparkling wine so who am I to complain?

Also, in other food related news, M supported me in my new resolve to eat healthily and lose weight by baking an enormous boiled fruitcake today.

Note that a large portion has already been scoffed.

Any ideas on what I can replace my comfort eating habit with?  And none of that "oh just go for a walk", or "go for a manicure" stuff.  It needs to be something I can do in five seconds flat, either hunched over the sink while the kid is watching TV, or secreted in the pantry while she's nude trampolining.

Thanks, and goodnight.