We have had a night off.
Thoughtlessly, what we did with our night off turned out to be a bit of a misjudgement.
When Mark came in from work we had cheese and crackers and a glass of wine. We thought that there were dozens of things that we wanted to do with our night off, like talk to one another, because we have been busy for ages, and the To Be Discussed pigeon hole was getting a bit full. We thought that we would like to watch a film, and have a walk, and eat cake. We have got a strawberry and lemon cake in the fridge which we like, it is an adaptation of Jamie Oliver’s blueberry cake. He has got no imagination just putting blueberries in it all the time, it works brilliantly well with strawberries and an orange and lemon juice glaze, it is heavy and sticky and nice. You need to eat it with thick cream.
In the end we did not do any of these things. We made the colossal mistake of thinking how tired we were, and how very lovely it would be, just to have a little snooze first, before we did anything else.
It was half past seven.
We set an alarm, which we ignored. When we woke up it was two o’clock in the morning.
Fortunately, our abused body clocks are quite flexible enough to put up with this sort of peculiarity. We got up, enthusiastically, and Mark took the dogs for a walk around the Library Gardens whilst I showered, and now he is showering whilst I write to you. We have tidied up the debris from the day, and the kettle is on. We are going to have a cup of tea in bed and at least manage the discussion part of the evening for half an hour before we collapse again.
I have just got time to tell you quickly about my day whilst Mark gets dry. I have been shopping. The children are coming home tomorrow, so I had an emergency trip to Asda, for child food like pizzas and Pringles and all the other horrible things they like to eat. This was only moderately successful, because somehow I managed to leave a bag of shopping at the checkout, and so we do not have pizzas after all. This is tiresome, but when I rang Asda they have found it and have promised me that I can pick it all up whenever I like. I do not much like, because Asda is nowhere near anything else that I am doing, but at least we will have pizzas and porridge.
After Asda I took my car for some new tyres, and the man told me that the tracking was out, which I knew, and went to Kendal to buy coffee from the nice coffee shop. Whilst I was there I dropped in to see my hairdresser and he very kindly cut my fringe for me. This is much better than me doing it myself with Mark’s toenail scissors, and left me feeling entirely revitalised. It is good to be able to see where I am going.
Mark is out of the shower and the kettle is boiling. I am going to go away and drink tea, happily, in bed. It will be lovely to have some time together without being so tired that we can hardly talk for yawning.
I will see you tomorrow, by which time I will have children again.
Goodnight.
Have a picture of a strawberry and lemon cake. I did not make it today, it was a couple of days ago, but I have forgotten to take a picture today, and this one nicely illustrates my Housewifely Virtue.
It has got some other fruit in it as well, in case you were wondering.
