Oh blimey, the pain of going to work again. At least we didn’t have snow, just an iron hard frost. Started the day with homemade muesli, followed by a cup of tea and two meetings before 11am. I am not ready to be making decisions unless they involve perusing the seed catalogue and deciding whether I want to grow golden beetroot or pink and white stripy ones (actually might try both – I’m thinking summers day, roasted beetroot, green leaves and alabaster goats cheese, some seedy bread and a frosty bottle of white wine…).
Ade and I have decided to take a yoga class together. Him to improve his flexibility for surfing, me to prohibit the spread of creeping cellulite (at last glance down to the back of my knees and slipping lower), so we went to sign up for it tonight. Total palaver, filling in forms in triplicate, need photo ID, will only take cash etc, etc. I am already worrying about what I will eat on Wednesdays for the next ten weeks. I really can’t eat after about 8pm, so I guess I should have something before hand. However, I don’t want to be so full that I can’t move. If anyone has any ideas on the best ways to sustain yourself through a yoga class, they would be gratefully received.
The upshot of this was that I had zero enthusiasm for cooking, so resorted to yet more leftovers. This time it was a packet of smoked salmon and some hard boiled eggs draped over a big plate of salad. Tasty, but not what I wanted at all. Especially as it’s freezing cold. Really fancied something rib sticking – a decent Cheddar, sliced thick and melted onto a wedge of toast. Maybe with some of my pear & cranberry chutney on the side. However, the reality of cheese on toast in this house is a Baby-Bell Light melted onto a thin cut slice of dry, brown toast. Not quite the same thing at all.
Desperately trying to fend off the need to go foraging for forgotten chocolates, rocky road crumbs and abandoned Christmas goodies. Must think Zen thoughts.
