So. Sunday. I’ve spent the best part of today horizontal, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Even a teeny, tiny bit. I’ve had to fight *really hard against the urge to do anything today. For ten days I’ve worked my butt off to get organised in the new place and get the old place […]
and so, I have had a day completely off from everything. Really. Done. Nothing. That is all.
It is more beautiful than any memory I have from the first time. Multiply that x 100 by night. Utterly breathtaking. Multiply that x 100.50 by night from the back of the scooter of an extremely handsome and charming French man. Pastries are made the way they are supposed to be made, delicious and full […]
Sundays, the best day of the week.
When I’m not in the gym first thing Sunday morning, bench pressing 20 kilos (!!), I like to relax with a nice, lllooooong lie-in. So long sometimes it can even last until Monday when I have to go to work. So technically, this ceases to be a lie-in and is indeed, ‘bedridden’. Sunday lie-ins are marvellous and one […]
The Secret Diary of Anne Pank 