This weekend a new and exciting avenue has been explored in our little household, and the result is a brand new addiction - an addiction that has even taken me away from the computer. It is slightly more addictive than Twitter and I am a little bit in love with it.
At least I would be if I had played with it, which I haven't of course, honestly, really, not even a tiny weeny bit.
It's Lego. I would imagine that if I had played with IJ's first ever set then I would be hooked on slowly but surely building something incredibly impressive. I would find the distraction it offered incredibly therapeutic and I would be impressed at my own ability to follow instruction to the letter and produce something that really looks like it does on the box, unlike my baking.
If I had played with it while IJ was in bed, over-excited at being able to construct the castle from the Kingdom's range in peace and quiet, and anxious to get in finished so I could marvel at the end result, I would imagine that I would have found it incredibly addictive. I would, no doubt be very keen for IJ to purchase even more products and I may even have my eye on an even bigger project next time.
And ultimately with pride and an overblown sense of achievement, I would be presenting this:
Which of course I have not painstakingly built myself, nor have I spent half an hour photographing my work (given that Lego is difficult to photograph with the flash on), in an attempt to find the best picture to display with pride on my blog. Not at all.
This is all the work of a seven-year-old child, you understand.