After two (very long) years of training, I have officially qualified and taken leave for 6 weeks. While my colleagues rewarded themselves with an hour long massage, I settled with de-stressing in the tub with my first ever bath bomb because I don’t like strangers touching me. The yellow ball of Mango Cheesecake fizzled and popped before diffusing and eventually leaving the water looking like pee. I bathed with my eyes closed. This weekend I’m getting my nails done professionally for the first time – I know, I’m spoiling myself.
I’ve spent the last few days discovering how much junk I actually own. School notes from 10 years ago, forgotten dusty socks, a cake pop maker I’ve only used twice, clothes which no longer fit, and shoes I don’t know how to walk in, just to name a few. A lot of it has been transported away in bin bags, and what’s left of my bedroom now sit in large plastic and cardboard boxes. A little premature seeing as we still don’t have the keys to our new flat (ugh). Planning a wedding, buying a new home, and preparing to move (okay, it’s only down the road, but still) has been a lot of hardwork. I just want to be married and not homeless already.
My family worked tirelessly a couple of days ago to decorate the house with fabrics and fairy lights. They borrowed step-ladders, climbed over sofas, and used a nut cracker for a hammer. Theres an archway outside the entrance decked in flowers, and the living room inside sparkles so bright my eyes hurt. For all those arriving at the house before the wedding, they won’t be able to miss it.
I’ve got a summer fruit pudding today for 3 reasons: 1) it’s berry season and just about the only thing I enjoy about this time of year, 2) it was too hot to bake, and 3) I’m preparing myself for posts which don’t involve an oven as I probably won’t have one for a while (although I do have a few posts in the pipeline which may finally find themselves published.)
The pudding is easy and effortless, and makes waiting over-night completely worth it. …