Holiday o’clock tomorrow. 10 days of sunshine, swimming in the sea, eating fine foods and cocktails awaits me. Obviously, I’d rather be pregnant and puking my face off in the toilet at home while it rains and thunders outside, but going on holiday is a close(ish) second I guess.
I’ve had an uneventful couple of weeks I won’t bore you with (you’re welcome). Minor incident in the swimming pool when for reasons unknown, I burst into tears during my 46th length and choked on water. Left the pool shame faced and sobbed in the changing rooms. Wondering if I am suppressing my mental a little too hard so it’s only method of escape is through dramatic, sudden outbursts of madness? Anyways, holiday nails, new holiday dresses and new holiday make up took the edge of that.
Don’t tell Mr B about all the holiday purchases will you? Oh, and don’t tell him I just downloaded 9 books onto my kindle either.
It’s Mr B’s birthday while we are away and for more reasons unknown, I have bought him a PS4. Goodbye marriage.
I got ID’d buying wine this week. Score.
I have eaten approximately 5,347 courgettes. Turns out that although I am a crap breeder, I can grow a lot of courgettes. My allotment is basically a courgette farm. Other exciting allotment news is that we have had salad (bucket loads), raspberries, strawberries, redcurrents, blueberries, turnips, beetroot, onions, potatoes and radishes. The onions have become caramelised balsamic red onion chutney and onion marmalade. I pickled the beetroot and we are slowly working our way through a metric ton of potatoes. Soon we will have peas, parsnips, sweetcorn, butternut squash, blackberries and apples. The fennel is clinging onto life despite being savaged by rabbits, but I fear the purple sprouting broccoli has gone the way of the bean plant and been eaten. I blame the pigeons. Fat bastards.
Some veggies for your eyes:
Chutney making evidence:
I walk past these wild flowers every day. Fields and fields of them. Pretty.
Well, fancy that. Turns out I did bore you with my uneventful couple of weeks after all.
Keep out of trouble while I’m away, ladies.