Today in 'I have no idea what I walked into this time, but I suppose I must have.' This is my life now - forgetting the moments when I bumped into things, and knee pain.
My mother has always been convinced that 'brown eggs are just more wholesome' and was upset by the porcelain shells of Leghorn Whites. Then Waitrose just raised the bar by putting these weird green buggers on offer. She does not like them, Sam-I-Am.
Not today, I'm afraid. Still very much in cardboard box purgatory. On the bright side at least I can now get in my bathroom. It was previously full of boxes of these mysterious objects. No idea what they are.
Old needlepoint unearthed during dustbunny safari in bedroom. Finished these maybe 20 years ago, and now I'm sending them to the framers. It's like they've been hanging around waiting for me to age into the kind of woman who has pictures of fruit in her kitchen. I have to respect their patience.
It looks like rice pudding, doesn't it? It's not. It's a cacio e pepe risotto, and I only hope it doesn't give anyone traumatic flashbacks to that time his mother put accidentally put salt instead of sugar in the rice pudding.
