The weekend was very quiet for The Boy and I. He'd had a stressful week at work, and just wanted to relax. The whole thing can be summed up in two words: food and films.
Friday night was fish pie and Ocean's Eleven (the George Clooney one) - Fish pie better than I'd feared (you should have seen the colour of it when it went in...), Ocean's Eleven quite entertaining, but not as much of a romp as I'd been expecting.
Saturday was our usual poached egg on toast with awesome coffee, leftover fish pie and a day spent pootling round the kitchen making muhammara, mutabal, and tabbouleh (lots of charring of vegetables and frenzied chopping!). Films watched were Antitrust (truly awful, and woefully dated) and Catch Me If You Can ( LOVED this, I think it was when Leonardo DiCaprio started to shake off the teen heartthrob burden and become awesome)
Sunday was the scoffing of food made on Saturday (with massive amounts left for weekday lunches), and watching The Incredibles, Toy Story 2, Die Hard and the new Sherlock thing for the BBC. I liked it, though the plot was ever so thin. Maybe now I'll have an excuse to fancy Benedict Cumberbatch...
So much relaxing over two days, so why was I tired when Monday came around?!
Showing posts with label ever so homey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ever so homey. Show all posts
Tuesday, 27 July 2010
Thursday, 22 July 2010
Argh!
Anyone who knows me knows that I am terrified of wasps. Just thinking about them makes my skin crawl. I'm lucky enough never to have been stung, largely because I either freeze or run for the hills at the first sighting.
Imagine my horror, then, as I noticed a steady stream of the little blighters coming and going to the eaves above my bathroom. No doubt about it, we have a nest up in the loft. Hundreds of them, waving their antennae in that menacing fashion. Probably plotting how to make me join the "I was stung once, it was horrible" club. (As a separate point entirely, why do people, as soon as they hear you're terrified of waspies, then launch into their top 3 stinging stories? I don't tell my sister about sharks, or my mother about snakes!)
I've been looking up nest removal companies, who all seem to suggest that poison outside of the entry point will do the trick. But that still leaves a dead nest in my loft, which frankly makes me feel ill. I want them gone!
Post edit: The Boy poisoned the nest last night, all on his own. I hid behind the door, pointing at the spot I saw wasps and whimpering. He let me swoon over this new (to me) talent of his for a moment, then sat me down to talk "expectation management". It will take a couple of applications, and there'll be dead and dying wasps a-plenty to deal with in the next week. Bet you can guess what my nightmares last night were about...
Imagine my horror, then, as I noticed a steady stream of the little blighters coming and going to the eaves above my bathroom. No doubt about it, we have a nest up in the loft. Hundreds of them, waving their antennae in that menacing fashion. Probably plotting how to make me join the "I was stung once, it was horrible" club. (As a separate point entirely, why do people, as soon as they hear you're terrified of waspies, then launch into their top 3 stinging stories? I don't tell my sister about sharks, or my mother about snakes!)
I've been looking up nest removal companies, who all seem to suggest that poison outside of the entry point will do the trick. But that still leaves a dead nest in my loft, which frankly makes me feel ill. I want them gone!
Post edit: The Boy poisoned the nest last night, all on his own. I hid behind the door, pointing at the spot I saw wasps and whimpering. He let me swoon over this new (to me) talent of his for a moment, then sat me down to talk "expectation management". It will take a couple of applications, and there'll be dead and dying wasps a-plenty to deal with in the next week. Bet you can guess what my nightmares last night were about...
Friday, 11 June 2010
Weekend!
los hilos de la vida...
Originally uploaded by LauDeu
What are your plans for this weekend? So far, I'm planning a cycle ride across Victoria Park to pick up some tasty lamb shoulder from The Ginger Pig (The Boy has a craving for a roast on Sunday), mowing the lawn, and mastering my darn sewing machine. I'm clearly not threading it properly, as the material keeps puckering. Sadly, the manual doesn't have a section on "How to use a sewing machine if you're so clumsy that you were banned from touching one in Textiles class and instead put on applique duty for a term", so I'll have to muddle on through as best I can...
Two exciting eBay purchases today: a Polaroid camera and a Super 8 cine camera, for under £20! Must remember that film for both is hella expensive, but I can't wait to experiment!
Have a wonderful weekend, all!
Thursday, 10 June 2010
Basement golf - 1950s style
Just when I thought I was headed for a day-long grump, I come across this.
Basement golf - 1950s style
Originally uploaded by Ever So
How cool would it be to have a crazy golf course in your cellar? Can you imagine the parties? The childlike glee as you attempt to loop the loop? Never mind that you can't fully stand up in ours, I'm *this* close to going to find a load of MDF and green felt.
Basement golf - 1950s style
Originally uploaded by Ever So
How cool would it be to have a crazy golf course in your cellar? Can you imagine the parties? The childlike glee as you attempt to loop the loop? Never mind that you can't fully stand up in ours, I'm *this* close to going to find a load of MDF and green felt.
Tuesday, 8 June 2010
Nesting
Is there anything better than spending an evening making your surroundings yours?
An unexpected evening without The Boy turned into a wonderfully self-indulgent, yet productive, evening. Supper alone in the kitchen (with a glass of beer in the fading sun) gave way to pottering around upstairs. At some point my cleaning playlist was pulled up (the one that starts with credibly upbeat Stevie Wonder, and drops any pretence of cool around the 80 minute mark to combat flagging energy levels) and by 10 I'd unpacked the last of my clothes and cleared the spare room. I'm now basking in that tired, pat-on-the-back feeling that comes from a job well done.
Truth be told, I used to loathe my own company, it's only in the past two years I've come to cherish, and jealously safeguard, my time alone. I use it for housekeeping - things like my paperwork, housework, and work on myself (physical and mental).
Tomorrow, the remaining furniture in the study.
An unexpected evening without The Boy turned into a wonderfully self-indulgent, yet productive, evening. Supper alone in the kitchen (with a glass of beer in the fading sun) gave way to pottering around upstairs. At some point my cleaning playlist was pulled up (the one that starts with credibly upbeat Stevie Wonder, and drops any pretence of cool around the 80 minute mark to combat flagging energy levels) and by 10 I'd unpacked the last of my clothes and cleared the spare room. I'm now basking in that tired, pat-on-the-back feeling that comes from a job well done.
Truth be told, I used to loathe my own company, it's only in the past two years I've come to cherish, and jealously safeguard, my time alone. I use it for housekeeping - things like my paperwork, housework, and work on myself (physical and mental).
Tomorrow, the remaining furniture in the study.
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