It’s been one of those weeks in which the temptation to chuck the to-do list out of the window and just sit rocking in my pants eating cereal from the box and snuggling all the puppies has been high. So very high.
I may have done that a little bit at the weekend.
As always though, those weeks when it feels like my legs are losing their minds beneath the water are the ones where these midweek recaps really earn their moolah. Without further whinging about busyness and with a little perspective on the world at large, here are those best bits of this week:
Croque Monsieur Not code for anything other than a ruddy cracking Croque Monsieur. The boss and I went on a road trip, stopping off at a beautiful French patisserie in Dartmouth (Saveurs Devon folk, they have a sister in Totnes now too). As something of a Francophile I like to think I know good cheesy toasty goodness and this was the absolute bomb diggity*. Perfect béchamel, tangy emmental…ach. SO good. I can confirm they also have the best cake selection.
(Not so) Silence of the Lambs. A Sunday afternoon run around the Devonish lanes was made infinitely better by passing field upon field of chattering baa lambs. They were genuinely having a conversation, answering each other through the power of the baa. They were probably discussing the weird red faced woman who was running along smiling at them. Stopping to take pictures played havoc with my Strava data which is by far and away the most tragic thing I’ve ever said but man alive were those sheep cute.
A Little Bit of Light Have you noticed? There’s a tiny little sliver of light left at the end of the working day. Getting home before the sky reaches peak pitch black is all kinds of good for the soul, letting the hounds have their last run of the day as the sun dips down is just, yar.
Sunday Morning Shenanigans Our Sunday morning marriage dates were back with a bang this week. Nothing special, just coffee and croissants enjoyed on the deserted cricket pavilion together, serenaded by a couple of hairy yapping beasts. That hour or so to just breathe and be and catch up on the week that was and the one that’s to come is one of my favourite parts of any week. Followed by a stolen half hour reading on the kitchen floor without the serenading but with a whole lot of cuddling. All of Sunday was pretty brilliant actually.
The Santa Clarita Diet It’s on Netflix now and has made me properly laugh out loud. Not for the sensitive of stomach but it’s completely hilarious and incredibly dark, Drew Barrymore’s zombie estate agent is brilliant.
Chucky Egg Strong possibility that that name is made up by my family (let me know if you know what I’m on about)! My granddad used to make this for me when I was little: soft boiled eggs, butter, all the salt and pepper, mushed up in a bowl and served with toasty soldiers. I made some for dinner last night, such great comfort food.
Cheeky Macaron Husband pilfered some from a do he was at and brought home gold macaron (and cupcakes) which I inhaled within seconds. Is there much better than a perfectly chewy, not too sweet macaron? Nope. Except maybe enjoying it with a cracking cup of strong builders tea and a bit of shouting at the tellybox.
I also wrote this this week which I’m pretty proud of. I hit publish on that without giving it a second thought, without going back and picking it apart which is an extraordinary treat.
And that’s it for this week. Next week I’ll be writing this as a thirty three year old. Yeesh.
Anything wonderful happen to you this week?
Sally, Kate, Helen, Jo, Cat, Emma, Sam, Laura, Lynsey, Kerri, Peta , Sarah, El, Jasmin, Debbie, Katie and Mimmi are all also full of the cheer. >> If you’re in the gang and I’ve missed you off, please please let me know! There are so many now I lose track!
Let me know if you decide to join in, there’s a hashtag and everything #wonderfulwednesday
*can I get away with saying this? I suspect that on the cusp of turning thirty three it might be tragic.