This blog mainly was inspired by a VGF at work. I have in fact hi jacked her from my sister, we do lunch at work on occasion. She's a hoot. We've both been navigating the new boyfriend scene together over the last year or so and swap stories that can be so similar at times. However I think she might have just trumped me. Both chaps are health/exercise junkies but hers definitely trumps mine. His love is a bike. So great is this love for his bike Jolene that her own photo as his screeensaver has been bumped off his phone for, you guessed it, Jolene the bike. It sounds like Jolene has a personality and is moving in on my mates chap. She needs to arm herself with nails and a puncture kit and show them to Jolene next time she comes around.
Robins are a special bird to me. They were my mothers' favourite, she did a great impression of one and knew bizarre facts such as their aggressive territorial nature and their sound they make when defending their said territory. In our old house I had a family of robins live in our garden but since moving we don't seem to see them anymore. Call it sentimental but I always felt that I was watched over when I saw a Robin, particularly when they had a habit of popping up when you were having a hard time. A programme featuring robins came on the tv last night and I burst into tears. How wet am I?
Gagging - C'mon ladies we've all done it. In this instance it was rife. It was strong, it was over in a heart beat but the experience is still with me now. Grating a shit load of Parmesan for the tonnes of parsnips that are going to be coated in them for said Christmas Day banquet left me reeling all night. The smell permeated every floor of the house and I actually woke up gagging.
For the rest of the week I have the following to look forward to. More Parmesan! Star pa and wifey arriving for a long stay, wrapping presents, cooking, shopping, a gig, a birthday and girls night out.
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