Well… I wasn’t wrong about us seeing the last of the summer sun. Wow… It’s all just fog, grey skies and rain these days. From one day to the next, the temperature dropped to uncomfortable levels. Water stuttering through the pipes as the heating went on. Oh the adjustment. And unsurprisingly, I have a cold. It started pretty much as soon as I left work, the Friday before last, as I was about to embark on my mini-break. Five full days at home to chill, do interesting stuff and of course, the famous ‘house improvement’ weekend.
Apart from feeling sorry for myself, and having to give up on the ‘interesting stuff’, the mini-break was a success (it did spill over to this weekend however… there was so much to do, all very mundane but high impact stuff).
I made a start on cataloguing recipes, filed paperwork, took bags to the charity shop. The Other Half put pictures up, cleared the front garden, cleaned the bins, washed the front door down and roughly painted stairs with our samples from Farrow and Ball. We have Lamp Room Gray, Elephant’s Breath and Manor House Gray. Oh… I like them all… how do you pick one?
I watched girlie movies and I caught up with my reading. The badger cull is depressing me. I was puzzled to read that a ‘young’ coconut was detained in the Maldives. And to Farhana Dawood, really, you need to ask? Yes. Yes. Yes and yes. Baking makes me happy. I’m being flippant, I know. The article actually raises some serious issues. ‘A lot of us turn to baking when we’re feeling low.’ How true.
I needed that break. Work had been getting to me. What happens when you’re stressed and working really hard and you stop. Just stop. Well… your immune system gives up on you. I may have had to drastically re-adjust my plans as a result, but I made the most of my break.
And the food… oh… the food. Amazing brunches: scrambled smoky duck eggs on sourdough, Smoked Paprika Red Potatoes and Egg Bake and … and unashamedly, breakfast martinis… Awesome stuff (it was a very late brunch, don’t worry). I also treated myself to a ‘cheeky’ gin and early grey martini cocktail at Jamie’s Italian one lunchtime… His Spaghetti Alla Norma is an all time favourite of mine…
On Thursday morning, back to reality. Almost. Not really well enough to go back to work (but how could I stay home off sick and go to see Caitlin in the evening? Hmmm…), we truddled off (yep, new word) and decided to make our way to work on the Emirates Air Line. Well… that beat the boredom of the morning commute! We had an awesome flight. It was slightly eerie. There was no-one about. Just us. No queues to get in the capsule. No-one but us in our capsule. The sky predictably was grey and it was raining but it was atmospheric and the views are stunning. It’s the sort of journeys that you could do at any time of the day or year. Yep, I think we’ll be doing that again.
More grey. We recently attended a dear friend’s wedding. More on that to come but I thought I’d mentioned the grey dress I bought for the occasion as that’s the theme here today. It’s very pretty hey (shhh, I got it in the sales). I accessorised it with orange tights and party shoes. We looked a handsome pair.