Screw up Tuesday is brought to you by the Beautiful Bettina, designed to help us learn to laugh at those widdle misfortunes that sometimes befall us.

Well, I think the biggest screw up this week would have to be the laptop.

Ma widdle Squishy spilled some water onto it. Mr Shamrock, being the wonderful computer geek that he is, gave it the diagnosis of ‘munted’.  We cleaned, dried and vaccuumed the laptop to no avail.

We haven’t done a back up in a while……… 

It was due for a replacement so Mr Shamrock decided to go buy a new one. Which I am typing from this morning.

Well, I opened up the old laptop today in the hope of accessing our files. I have a USB key to start transferring everything and lo and behold, apart from 2 or 3 keys, all is well. I was able to put in the password to get in which is a HUGE relief. However, now begs the question, did we NEED to run out and buy a new laptop ?? Me thinks that answer is ‘no.’

Next screw up is Mr Shamrock has the WGO’s car seat in his car. This means I can’t go out. We missed gymnastics yesterday as a result. I rang my hunka hunka burning love and he promised to put it in the car for this morning.

Well, this morning I get up and …… No, he took it to work with him again. OOPS. So another day at home.

The spirit of Martha Stewart has hit me again. More on that tomorrow….

But anyway, for Sunday’s dinner, I did roast beef and yorkshire puddings. Now my mother makes the world’s most perfect yorkshire puds. So does my daughter. I, however, give new meaning to the word ‘munted’ when it comes to making the delicious things.

It isn’t rocket science peoples, 4 ozs flour, pinch of salt, 1 egg and 1/2 pint (300mls) of milk. Beat the living daylights out of it with a whisk, (More air the better) leave to sit for a bit. Put a widdle oil into some muffin trays and heat in oven pefore pouring mixture in. Sounds easy doesn’t it ?

The perfect yorkshire pud then will slowly rise and turn a golden brown, with a soft centre to mop up the gravy…. Mmmmmmm, yummy.

So Sunday, they didn’t turn out like that. They stuck to the tray, the outside was verging on burnt whereas the inside was undercooked.  Everyone smiled and said they were yummy.

I have decided that I will continue to make them EVERY night until I get them right.

Last night’s attempt was better. HOWEVER, I decided to cook wearing my leopard print silk nightie. Martha with a twist I call it. Not a good idea when you bend over the oven and the fat spits out at you down your clevage. Ouchie ouchie.

So tonight we are having yorkshire puddings again……. Celtic Dingo is so loving me right now, as is Mr Shamrock. In fact Mr S hopes I don’t get them right for a long long time, lol.