Sunday
Headed back to a grey Wellington and went out for dinner with my family – where we arrange the bottles on the table by height.
Monday
A wee stylised Acherontia Styx friend for Grumpy Cat.
Tuesday
This feijoa sat on my desk all day – it wasn’t mine and I felt bad just eating it. I lasted 6 hours before I gave in and ate it.
Wednesday
The night before ANZAC day so of course we treated it like a Friday night.
Thursday
Which was then followed by a no-good very-bad ANZAC day. I hid from the world and then drank a glass of wine.
Friday
Walking down the beehive on a Friday evening – they were doing work on the Saturday and had installed emergency lighting so they could turn the main lights off. I mean, I presume.
Saturday
Laura had Kim and Kate and I around to watch The Hour (yes, again) but just a few episodes this time. She made delicious Jewish honey cake.
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I really really should get better at the self portrait part of this. It’s just, the light in our room is so terrible. It’s only ever too bright or too dark.
My ANZAC day was great, but the next day was definitely no-good very-bad. Tis hard to get a clear run of good days! Yay for your fresh stabs, and a thousand hoorays for The Hour ❤
Catching up on commenting and replying to Laura so she sees it – I am intrigued that you made honey cake, it is extremely rare to find someone (non Jewish) who makes it! I only have it once a year at Rosh Hashanah…
Speaking for Laura – she made it as Kim is pretty well lactose intolerant. Also, it wasn’t so much a honey cake as golden syrup as Kate isn’t a fan of honey.
Laura is an exceedingly accommodating friend.
Awww. SO sweet.