Well the fish pie went by the wayside as I ran out of time this afternoon to prepare it. I went for an old standby of wrapping the fish in prosciutto and wacking it in the oven for 10 minutes. The kids still didn't eat it. Some days they will, some days they won't. Hence the pile of salad and potato gems to try and compensate.
I'm now putting Thomas's Easter basket together while mum makes the pavlova for lunch tomorrow. Hope is working on Plato while listening to Korean pop music (her new weird obsession). Alan has reached playstation hero status and Thom is asleep clutching a bright yellow truck and a bedraggled stuffed cat with the imaginative moniker of Mr Cat. All's right in the world.