the pistachio crumble topping from “the sweet melissa baking book” resurfaced yesterday, the crunchy golden eiderdown on a bed of tart rhubarb and bosc pears.

leftover rhubarb crumble makes a glorious breakfast the morning after, gives you the energy to leave a tearful and protesting kid at playschool, where she will spend most of the day crying. it was a smooth trip into glebe today; normally the bus crawls down the clogged artery of victoria road, packed full of feral schoolchildren. but today we had our pick of seats, and we were there in a flash.

weird.

i walked to the cinema then — because honestly, that’s why i put the kid in school — and it became clear why the streets were so empty: everyone and their kid was at the movies. this is the thought that went through my head: what, all these people sprung their children from school so they could come see “indiana jones“?

but then amidst all the squealing and shrieking i heard a tired parental voice say “teachers’ strike” and “nim’s island”, and i knew that it would all be ok.

the movie was great fun, even though indy’s not quite so hot anymore. oh, saggy indy in baggy trousers, we are all getting so old and creaky. still i left the cinema with a spring in my step and the raider’s theme in my head. in fact, it’s still in here!

the next time i see a film, remind me not to have rhubarb crumble beforehand, no matter how delicious. it only gets in the way of having a banana choc top during the proceedings.