In a previous update, I taunted you loyal readers with a future mention of a plaster of Paris hand mould, for children. Today, Heather came round, and we attempted to make a mould of my hand.

I'm well aware that the box says "perfect immitations of your child's hands and feet", but we bought it on the the basis that my hands are quite small- an assumption that later proved to be incorrect.

The original plan was to mould it into my hand doing the classic "V sign", although there wasn't enough of the mould to achieve this- so we ended up just doing my fist. This was where we discovered that my hands arn't small, they're just disproportionate.

Never the less, it all went well, because Heather was in charge. She was mixing, measuring, pouring and chopping like a pro(fessional)! All I had to do was sit back and feel the gungy green stuff wrap around my fingers. The instruction leaflet recommended this is carried out "when your child is asleep". As hard as I tried, I couldn't manage to get to sleep again, as I'd only woken from 10 hours of rest a couple of hours previously. Hopefully this wasn't critical the process.

When the mould was complete, and I'd managed to wriggle my hand out, and it was already setting around me, we got the actual plaster of Paris and poured it in. The unfortunate thing is, I now have to wait for an entire week for it all to dry/whatever- I want a plaster version of my fist now!