Guys, prepare to hate me a little bit: I’ve had THE BEST WEEK. And there aren’t even any babies or new striped dresses* or house moves to report. The old fella and I took a week off work together, we already had a big holiday this year so we just wanted to potter and mooch and bimble about a bit to make the most of the sunshine. If I had to guesstimate, I’d say we spent 87.6% of our week outside getting sand in all the wrong places (the remaining 12 and a bit percent consisted of sleeping and that one day we gave up to finishing season one of Nashville – seriously though, 22 episodes? WHY SO LONG NASHVILLE?)
*ok there was one new striped dress.
Getting back to work yesterday hit me like a *bit* of a sledgehammer and gave me a not insignificant migraine so we’ll discount that. In no particular order here’s what made the rest of the week splendid:
This Mornings’ Sunrise
That was it, up there.
Cinnamon French Toast
Feeling fancy, I invited some friends round for brunch at the weekend. In hindsight I should have bought pastries and pre-chopped fruit, in reality I spent the morning alternating between frantically hoovering and making stuff from scratch. Seriously, I found the most complicated protein pancake recipe the world has ever seen. No three ingredient wonder. The highlight (for me) was cinnamon French toast because, cinnamon French toast. The highlight for someone else was eating Nutella direct from the jar. There was a whole lot of laughter though and oh so much tea and that feeling I don’t get particularly often of being a functioning adult who entertains her lady friends. What what what. Then they left and I sat on the hall floor watching cartoons.
I spent a lot of the week helping the shed realise its dream of becoming a swanky reading room instead of a sad little lawnmower storage place. I painted and hammered and hung fairy lights like a demon. I watched the husband lay the flooring (I was chief plank passer – whose life is this?!) I risked divorce by banning a TV in there. It’s so nearly done and I can’t wait to show you. It’s already my favourite spot.
Too Cool for School
Casting ‘fancy’ aside, I tried on ‘cool’ for size by hot footing it to the next town over to watch a band play in a pub…I don’t think it was a car park. It might have been a car park. Sigh. I wore boots the husband said belonged in Nashville, drank bitter and got down with the kids. I jest, there were no kids. It was a proper middle aged affair, the band were getting on a bit (fabulous though!) and so was everyone watching. It was cheery and the sun shone and when the sun gave way to the moon we had fairy lights and laughter to keep us warm. Do you ever write a sentence and wonder what that was all about? I’ve never been kept warm by a fairy light in my life. I just had a great night with great friends.
I tested out my running legs again with a cheeky 5k with my brunch buddies. Conclusions:
- I can sort of still run a bit
- My ankles are OLD and
- Devon is bloody hilly.
I was SO jacked up on endorphins though. Aces.
The Bake Along
The inexplicably addictive GBBO is back. Huzzah. I’m team Val or Selasi at the mo, I’m hedging my bets. I’ve joined in with the Bake Off Bake Along this year and kicked things off with a Lemon and Cointreau Drizzle Cake. It was the best thing I’ve ever made which doesn’t bode well for the rest of the weeks’ challenges but we’ve pretty much lived off it since Sunday afternoon. Are you baking along this year? Let me know.
K came back from Summer hols with her mum raving about Zootropolis. K is 18 years old. Seeing as she’s rarely wrong about films and anthropomorphic animals are totes my bag we settled in to watch it. It’s HILARIOUS. Seriously funny. The wolves, the volleyball playing giraffes. I’ll stop, just watch it ok?
We spent Bank Holiday Monday, the last day of our holiday, lounging like lizards on our favourite secret beach. You know, the one I keep telling EVERYONE about! It’s always dog friendly and always completely stunning. Sitting in the sunshine with coffee and pastries, splashing about in surf with the spaniels and nattering about life with the husband was a spiffing end to a great week off. And if that all sounds a bit to idyllic it may please you to know that we paddled out further than Betty was happy with so she set of a mexican howl on the sand. The shame.
If you haven’t had quite enough happy here’s an otter wrapping himself in kelp. You’re welcome.
Video by @BertieGregory: It’s always my goal to sneak up a sleeping sea otter without waking it up. Before taking a nap, they wrap themselves up in kelp so they don’t float away. As they roll and spin, they keep their hands and feet out of the cold pacific ocean- this provide some classic Zoolander poses. See these awesome otters in action my new Youtube series, #wild_life for @natgeowild. Search natgeo.com/wildlife or click the link in my personal bio. @explorecanada
How’s your week been? Tell me some good bits.
Sally is responsible for all this joy sharing so head on over to Sally Tangle for more jolliness than you can handle. And don’t forget the WW posse Kate, Helen, Jo, Cat, Emma, Sam and Kerri. They’re full of the good stuff.