Too much wine last night. Wine hangover. Every time I have a wine hangover I question why the fuck I drink wine as anything other than with a meal – I should know better. And should stick to something [much] less potent; lesson never learnt.
So I spent most of today asleep, either in bed or on the sofa and then back in bed. Actually not spent that much time asleep if not ill so maybe it’s not just a hangover.
Whatever it is, wotsits and milkybar buttons helped a bit.
Working from home means decent breakfasts because I’ve got time to make stuff. Today was poached eggs and smashed avo on toast. For years I’ve not been able to get poached eggs right, despite trying so many different methods. UNTIL NOW. The other week Rick told me to add vinegar (the normal malt type) to the water, and also try it in a frying pan rather than deep saucepan. RESULT:
Working from home is great. For many reasons. Today’s reason is that I can make a fresh salad right before I eat it, not the night before so it goes all soggy. Yes, I am aware this is quite dull but hey, I quite like food. And I quite like eating. And it’s a bit rare that I actually have this much food in my house to be able to make what was really quite a top salad. And there’s not a lot more I’ve done today apart from go out for cake at lunchtime (salad + cake = balance) and I’m going to go for a run and then to the gym tonight. These activities are probably equally as interesting dull to most people, ha! Maybe I should be more like 2012 and post more meaningful pictures that relate to some deep and meaningful thoughts I’ve been having but I’ve not really been having any.
Well, not that I want to tell the world about right now. Maybe I’ll save those for a really dull day.
Nothing better than getting your tea cooked for you, especially on a Sunday because this means it’s a Sunday roast. With mega roast potatoes. Finally – someone else who doesn’t like their roasties crispy. Thank you 🙂
One night out and we’re all knackered. A sign of old age. So we reverted to the good old days and had a night in watching Saturday night TV, eating takeaway, plaiting each others hair (in my case on Laura, extremely badly) and discovering the miracle properties of coconut oil.
I spent a wonderful few hours this afternoon at a tea room called Tanya’s in the middle of Horncastle, drinking tea and eating fishfinger sandwiches and cake. Homemade lemon and blueberry layer cake to be precise. It was TREMAZE. And I’m not just biased because she’s my sister-in-law, it’s bloody good cake. And an added bonus of catching up with Paul K and Laura while I was there. Small town socialising means you often see people you know.
I am SO proud of her, my brother and parents who’ve all worked bloody hard over the last few months to bring an oldy worldy shop in desperate need of updating into the 21st century to become a top place to go and drink tea and eat cake. And fishfinger sandwiches. And jacket potatoes. And loads more stuff. If you’re in Horncastle, definitely go check it out.
I don’t work Fridays. I love this fact. It’s worth the less money to have an extra day on the weekend. People ask me what I do with the extra day. Right now I don’t do anything specific; I don’t like to plan or have a routine too much. So today it was a hotchpotch of a gym class, bit of shopping and then hanging out with my friend Mike who was visiting for the weekend.
We went out for dinner at the Tivoli tonight, never been there for food before and it’s just round the corner from home. It was pretty damn good. Love food.