What kind of fool...

...decides the best time to bake a batch of Halloween biscuits for tomorrow's playgroup party is in between putting the little Gs to bed and hosting a committee meeting for said playgroup?! This kind, clearly. One tray got burnt when I forgot about them on one of my many trips upstairs so far to settle the two monkeys. But we still have 42 more-or-less ready to go in the morning. And still 45 minutes to go before the others arrive. Phew! Now I just need the chattering upstairs to stop and to hide tidy up the toys and find enough chairs for everyone to sit on... and remember to not eat all of the biscuits in the process! (I did eat the burnt ones and now have a bit of a taste for them... some may yet be redesignated as "burnt" before the evening is out!!)