Eating pears from the tree in our front garden. We had no idea it was a pear tree, that it would grow edible pears and that they’d be so delicious.
Passing pears on to a friend in work. Always good to share one’s bounty.
The good kind of hangover from the march for choice last Saturday. A hangover of excitement, inspiration and hope.
An unexpectedly lighter than expected work week, along with getting paid this week.
The details we do know from the Mueller investigation. Aristotle still right after all these years: “The law is reason free from passion…Man, when perfected, is the best of animals, but when separated from law and justice, he is the worst of all.”
Organising our filing system. By system, I mean the drawer wherein resides the Important Stuff we need to hang onto. Shredding is immensely satisfying.
Making six eggs stretch to cover baking, tea time sandwiches, lunch time fritters and breakfast pancakes. I’m determined to empty our fridge before we do more food shopping.
Hibernating in the house today and having a relaxing time of it, in between the various jobs we’ve meant to do for ages, like sorting out our attic which is currently our laundry room.
A week off work. Planning on some gym time, working on the photo books I’ve told myself to get going on and leisurely coffees with a book.
Knowing another unabridged Chalet School book is on the way. The collection nears ever closer to completion.
New to me books, as I continue to work on my Chalet School collection.
A short work week.
Small decluttering jobs and putting some of the many Bonne Maman jars I’m partial to keeping to good use.
An early night.
Planning for things big and small.
[I’m making this list mainly to keep my spirits up. This has been a pretty horrible week, all things considered.]
Finally cleaning my oven. I’ve slathered the cleaning fluid on and I’m enjoying the drips of gunk way more than I should.
Glass jar decluttering. I’m only keeping the nice ones from now on.
Embracing my frugal work lunch plans, and being extra organised to ensure this happens.
Using a cookbook I’ve had for a long time but only this week got around to making some recipes from. Will be making more.
It’s Friday. Enough said.
Today was my first day back at work after almost a month. I’m also setting myself a little challenge of bringing my lunch to work every day and only drinking my own coffee there too for this month. I was really looking forward to that coffee during my commute, only to find I had finished the last bag before I left in July and I didn’t have a back up. Thankfully, work today wasn’t too taxing and I made it through the day sans caffeine. I’ve already stashed a packet of coffee in my work bag for tomorrow. Coffee is an essential for me, and being a bit more prepared changes a day from being merely tolerable to good or even excellent.
Getting home early from work and being able to enjoy a walk after dinner.
Planning for all kinds of future possibilities.
A friend in work getting two madeleines from a cafe and generously passing one onto me to enjoy with my coffee.
18 days to holidays.
Washing fresh from the line, ready for ironing. I love ironing.
A colleague alerted me to this treasure trove yesterday in work. Apparently the Irish Film Institute has decided it would be a great thing indeed if we all had access to the television advertisements of yore. I spent far too much time trying to suppress laughter and getting wrapped up in nostalgia.
I loath advertisements on television now, and switch channels quickly or avoid them entirely. I wonder if I’ll even remember any of today’s advertisements if they end up like the ones from the old days.