Saturday

This morning I went to a newish 'bar and canteen' about a 5 minute walk from our house.  It was about 11am and it seemed time for a second breakfast.  And this is what I had:

French toast brioche with citrus ricotta, strawberries and pistachios

You know what else I had?  A wickedly heavy and spicy Bloody Mary I shared with my husband before our meals, and then a glass of french bubbles with my delicious breakfast. 

And then I came home, stripped out of my beautiful tea dress and threw on an old t-shirt with trackies, and CLEANED THE MOULD OUT OF OUR AIRCONDITIONING UNIT.  Now I feel sick, really stinking sick.  I'm going to sit here and quietly wait for the fever to go down. 

Such a glamourous life!