I can’t be trusted. Things get so out of hand when I’m left home alone!
Not only am I at home on my own on a Friday night (yay me), I got excited enough about making a chickpea curry as per this River Cottage recipe that I started taking pictures OF TINNED GOODS.
I was excited. Don’t judge me.
That onion is gonna get it reeeal good.
I may look harmless, but when there’s curry involved, it’s serious
There may or may not have been a little leftover birthday fizz involved, but let’s not dwell. The fact of the matter is that the BF is working at the restaurant, and we’ve had a weird old week of not seeing much of each other. His latest mistress is his music, and has been playing gigs like you wouldn’t believe. I certainly wouldn’t believe it if, y’know, it wasn’t true….but instead of letting myself feel bummed out, I decided to sing hallelujah and get happy and have some luxurious time to myself.
I’ve Downton Abbey-ed myself, fed myself and leftover-birthday-fizzed myself, so now it’s time for writing silly blog posts, emailing old friends and being tempted to email new ones, settling in to a bath and then perhaps a film. Then playing Rumours on repeat, because OF COURSE my BFF Stevie Nicks is making an appearance tonight.
We’re moving out of our lovely flat into somewhere nearby, but it means the dreaded tidying up must happen soon – I’m completely relishing the idea of that, as those of you who’ve met me will know. I’m like the tidiest person in tout le monde. Also tomorrow brings potential new flat-renters, and that makes my skin crawl ever so slightly. I’ve always hated rent inspections, and having people go into my house when I’ve not exactly invited them. It’s not hard to get an invite out of me, but there’s something about the idea of having people poke around your house that makes me want to sit on the edge of the bed and weep bitterly. I may have to leftover-birthday-fizz myself tomorrow simply to get through it. It’s a real struggle sometimes.