I've just spent one day at home between my 4 and 3 day trips for this week(ish), and blogging was far from my mind. Instead, I made beef vindaloo and fresh bread (which I sort of invented the recipe for, and could have done with more rising time), I treated the garden with some anti-grub solution, I went grocery shopping, and spent a large amount of time reading books and cuddling Lily. Oh, and laundry. But not blogging. Sorry folks.
But now it's the next day, I'm getting ready for work - which involves completely forgetting the eggs that were boiling on the stove. I just realised as I wrote this, and as I have watered the garden, had a bath, made packed lunches and had breakfast since I put the eggs on, they have now boiled dry and I have decided that they are not fit for human consumption.
The next batch of eggs have been put on the stove with a timer set on my phone. You're welcome.
My neck/shoulder is quite sore this morning, hence the bath, and I'm trying to loosen it out before I sign on as I really don't want to take yet another sick day for the stupid thing. Lily was not impressed by the bath. I think she thought I was going to drown.
She is being ever so clingy this morning - more so than usual - do you think she knows I'm going away again?
That said, I really should manoeuvre myself off the couch and pack, iron a shirt, take the eggs off the stove, that sort of thing.
PS I go to sim on the 12th so there's another excuse for me not to blog: I have to study, right? Or at least pretend that I am, in between Netflix and Facebook??