Here we are again, once more into the darkness my friend (read: it’s a bit bloody wintery in my neck of the woods). But cold outside equals warm inside, which is all well and good when you don’t have to go to work of a morning, but rather intensely pants when it’s Monday morning and work is imminent. As it is, now. Urngh.
Monday mornings. The less said there the better, I think.
The ever expanding waistline. I’ve been saying to myself for weeks ‘I really should do something about this”, and yet, when crunch time comes (when I’m presented with crackers and a tub of red pepper hummus) I fail, time and time again. My downfall was made of hummus, and it was delicious.
I have attempted to give up food that tastes good, and caffeine. Have possibly never regretted anything more in my young life. Side effects are worse than expected, namely my attention span has contracted to a period of about four secon…
I was raised by parents who didn’t do caffeine or alcohol until I was a teenager (go figure) and so I have an inherent crisis when it comes to caffeine as the hippies in my head keep telling me I shouldn’t be addicted to anything. Longevity of caffeine reduction yet to be established.
My house was recently the charming home to a flea infestation. How this managed to occur, I do not know, however it has resulted in my caffeine-deprived mood getting increasingly worse, and I have very itchy ankles all the time. I may or may not have drawn blood in a scratchy rage. Just what the little bastards wanted all along. I admit defeat.
I’m not entirely sure that I’ve revealed the birthday gift to end all birthday gifts! Behold:
Why yes, that is a KitchenAid mixer. Why yes, I have swooned after one for the last ten years. I confess I have been thoroughly spoiled by this gift and it will take me about six years to pay off my karma debt, from having had such ridiculous good fortune to have been given this. I have used it already, and made several batches of below-par bread. I give you:
There is no evidence of the second batch of fruit bread, and so you shall just have to imagine it. In all it’s overly yeasty goodness.
I found a copy of Love From Nancy: The Letters of Nancy Mitford
in Oxfam for a deeply purchasable £2.99. Huzzah, the Mitford obsession continues! I am rather a bit too excited to go to bed now, just so I can read it. It’s a tough choice between Nancy and Downton Abbey, but after the recent disappointment in Downton following the shit rape storyline (more on that later), I think Nance is the way to go.
Autumn means cardigans and tights and that clearly means I am able to cease the ritual leg shaving until next year. Huzzah. To be perfectly honest, I’m generally a bit slack in the depilatory department but at least now I don’t have to feel even remotely embarrassed. It’s for heat retaining purposes. As you may know, I am also a huge fan of a regular cardigan, and so commence the knitwear binge!