You know those dishes that sound fine in your head, but turn out looking like sick on the plate? I'm eating one of those (buried under grated cheese).
You know those days when you try to work, but all you see is Blah, bleeh, blah-bleh-blabla-blooh on the screen? Had that all morning.
You know when you walk into the shower with your glasses still on, and your brain says oi! I think you forgot to switch something on up here. Yep, it had to so today.
I may be a little tired. Can't think why. In the last three weeks we've only packed in two flights, three long car journeys, one spring clean, two sleepovers, one guest, one day trip, and countless hours of toddler entertainment over the Italian bank holiday bonanza...
It's strange, we've had loads of fun, I'm happy, I feel invincible. But this morning my back went *PING* and later I ended up with a pile of slop on my plate. Not so invincible, then.
So I think this week I'll be taking it a little easier. No solo hauling of boxes into the loft, no ambitious batch-cooking plans. Which is just as well, because pasta-deluge is rolling around at the Bean's nursery again next week and I'll need some serious inspiration to deal with it.
quiche (definitely not homemade. Hah!)You know those days when you try to work, but all you see is Blah, bleeh, blah-bleh-blabla-blooh on the screen? Had that all morning.
You know when you walk into the shower with your glasses still on, and your brain says oi! I think you forgot to switch something on up here. Yep, it had to so today.
I may be a little tired. Can't think why. In the last three weeks we've only packed in two flights, three long car journeys, one spring clean, two sleepovers, one guest, one day trip, and countless hours of toddler entertainment over the Italian bank holiday bonanza...
It's strange, we've had loads of fun, I'm happy, I feel invincible. But this morning my back went *PING* and later I ended up with a pile of slop on my plate. Not so invincible, then.
So I think this week I'll be taking it a little easier. No solo hauling of boxes into the loft, no ambitious batch-cooking plans. Which is just as well, because pasta-deluge is rolling around at the Bean's nursery again next week and I'll need some serious inspiration to deal with it.