- Doing some driving
Driving is a really big deal for me. I've never felt confident in my driving ability due to a combination of lack of experience and my tendency to over-think everything, which has created an evil super-villain voice in my head that keeps muttering about dented hubcaps, smashed off wing mirrors, and kids who run out in the road to get their footballs.
- A frost-bitten walk in the icy cold wind
Tom and I spent the morning being daredevils and stomping along the cliff path at Beachy Head. I'd never been before, and Tom only once before when doing some night-time photography with a friend. I found it rather frightening that some parts of the cliff face were completely open- not even a pathetically weedy wire fence to keep people from accidentally falling over the edge.
Tom and I have agreed that I am definitely NOT the kind of person who lives life "on the edge". I am very much the kind of person who lives life "right in the middle"; covered in a blanket, drinking tea and reading a book, occasionally yelling at the people who are living on the edge to "BE CAREFUL!!".
- Hearty food and Hot Cross Buns
We bought some fresh bread and soup for lunch on our way home from Beachy Head, and couldn't resist grabbing a packet of fresh hot cross buns. Tesco's bakery was churning out approximately 3,000,000 buns a minute, and they smelt SO DAMN GOOD. As we passed the "root vegetables" section we walked what felt like a wall of hot-cross-bun-smell. I wish they made scented candles in that flavour.
- Reorganising the larder
I'm mentioned before exactly how much I love to organise, and with this seemingly never-ending winter our collective subconsciouses seem to be intent on forcing us to buy and store as much food as possible. Thankfully our squirrel-like tendencies faded before we were forced to start ripping up the carpet and burying tins of baked beans under the floor.
|Horrible mess. Just look at it. Disgraceful.|
Due to our excessive purchasing of all the main food groups (Emergency M&Ms, wine, and wholewheat spaghetti) our "larder", aka The Under-Stairs Cupboard, was looking an absolute state. The house was strewn with tins of plum tomatoes that hadn't got a home (poor little mites). So I rolled up my sleeves and got stuck in.
|Much better (there's an order to it, I swear!)|