Recovering
...although, in all honesty, after a day of inertia on Monday the muscles and the toes were feeling almost-back-to-normal give or take a couple of honking blisters and niggling sciatic nerve irritation. A Swedish massage on Tuesday put paid to a lot of the tension I'd been carrying in my shoulders since, oh, let's say my last massage roughly seven years ago.
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{Me before... and after massage} |
I also got to knock back this plate of rainbow goodness at Beryl and Peg's in Reigate before the massage:
I'm also not going to make you all hate me by hashtagging photos with #eatclean or any such patronising shenans (what, have I been eating dirt up until now?! No, so don't judge me, Instagrammers, OK?!)
Also, I had champagne that night. Cham-chuffing-pagne. And it was stonking.
That said, in keeping with my resolution to start cooking again, yesterday I made my own pesto (or, pond slime: you decide):
This much (I'm calling it a trace amount), in accordance with the recipe in Salad Love. But I still made it. Go me!
So today I tripled the recipe, and still somehow only ended up with this much:
Seriously, do I need to be cultivating a basil farm in order to get a jar's worth?! Still, 2tbsp is all I need for this recipe:
Waitrose Courgette and Tomato Gratin | via here |
which I think will be enough! (I don't like parmesan anyway.)
Reading
On Friday I finally finished this little treasure:
and it was worth it -- what a hug of a book. It's not as fluffy and by-the-numbers wannabe whimsical as the title might suggest: the characters are just superb and the turns of phrase in the letters that comprise the story are just delicious.
Watching (well, binge-watching...)
The 4400
**REDUNDANT SPOILER ALERT**
I'm ashamed to say it took me a whole series, the words "messiah complex" and a resurrection storyline (!) to realise the significance of Jordan Collier's initials.
I mean, really?!
QB, c'mon, get with the programme already.
Incidentally, there's a saddening lack of gifs for this series. I should do something about that...
Wandering
...So you thought 100k was enough of a haul to put paid to my walkerly impulse? Jamais!
You can't keep a good QB down, discombobulated toenails or not!
All right, so the aforementioned wandering was more of a gentle stroll with Ma QB around the gorgeous and transporting grounds (pronounced of course 'groynds', posh-like) of Penshurst Place but still. There was perambulation.
It was an overcast sort of a morning but the grounds (groynds) looked splendid.
Pinterest Pin of the Week
Weekly Weblinks
Literary Linkage
- 10 Interesting Facts About the English Language | {on Grammarly}
- Naughty (and spurious) but funny: Love in the Time of Autocorrect | {on The Poke}
- You can still participate in the 100 Days of Making Project | {on The Great Discontent, via Susannah Conway}
- Creative ways to declutter | {on Becoming Minimalist, also via Susannah Conway}
- 17 awesome facts about coffee | {on Distractify} I stopped paying attention the moment they slipped in this little treat:
"Like most great discoveries, coffee’s magical powers were first realized through the majesty of crazy goats." | on Distractify |
And finally...
- Here's Beyoncé dancing to the Duck Tales theme tune {via The Poke}.
Don'tcha just love the internet?
Right, I now need to spend the rest of the day mentally preparing myself to go back to work and deal with the stress of trying to find a seat on a train at 5.30pm:
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{Gromit was determined to find that one teeny remaining space between those two enormous tourists and their sixteen cases...} |
qb xx
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