….”I’m gonna go to the disco in the middle of the… landing?”
I don’t know what is the acceptable amount of time you can spend in a onesie. However the last few days have been fuelled by not much energy or ambition to complete very much at all. I’ve take to my one and only dinosaur onesie for comfort. Don’t get me wrong.. I have showered and attempted clothing and very quickly given up.
Thankfully I’m not sick. But more probably going thought the motions I feel we all will at some point during our captivity will experience. Low mood and a general sense of just not being arsed.
Is it because its a bank holiday? Traditionally its a joyous occasion filled with family, friends and loved ones. Or because the postie has the weekend off and my only running hobby of clock watching there arrival for all my online goodies is now on hold till Tuesday? We will just never know!
Luckily both me and the boy are in the same stage, so I don’t feel as bad about the matter. However I am slowly succumbing to the past time of boredom eating. Goodbye Easter treats!
On the note of Easter treats I hope everyone still attempted to enjoy the religious holiday of hope and revival?
We went fully traditional and had a curry! Well that seems to be the base food item in this house hold, even if I am a massive wuss when it comes to spice. The owner of the local restaurant and friends will confirm the tears over my Korma being too spicy, then being handed a family sized nan bread to shut me up. Bit of background to this, there may have been a slithering of alcohol ingested prior to the food. Also for some reason a Korma in Bradford is not the same as one in Manchester, I was not used to this!. The people here clearly have better trained taste buds then I do. Why wouldn’t they, there is a genuine curry mile here!
I do find I corollate Easter to by birthday. Which Is a week Tuesday. Usually they are extremely close or as last year share the same day. Which only means one thing.
Birthday in captivity!
This was the whole push behind starting the ramblings. I’ve always felt there should be a time frame of when you should have a certain amount of eggs in ones basket shall we say. Turning 30 Is one of the timepoints I have always felt the pressure of having to be a real adult. Obviously nobody in there 30’s will agree. However the impending doom of now only have a year to prepare myself for actual adulthood is here.
I have a few plans to get me there which I will share in due course.
Lastly I want to just add that instead of buying Easter eggs this year I supported a local baker and got Easter themed cupcakes. They were utterly beautiful and defiantly better then an egg. Reasonably priced and delicious. So I am going to leave you here link down below.
But for now my ramblings have come to a eggstatic end ( its Easter there has to be one pun!)
**Ellie’s bakes and cakes on Facebook. Based in Halifax.