Bank Holiday

I kind of had in my head that I would aim to post at least every other day this month. I didn’t post yesterday, which means that I should post today. But about what?!

It’s been a bank holiday weekend this weekend, and the weather has been stunning. We took full advantage and I have spent much of the weekend with my parents out and about doing the typical sunny day British family thing.

In case you didn’t know, the typical sunny day British family thing is going to a National Trust property or walking around either a wood, lake or some form of hill or small mountain. We did both. As in went to a national trust property and walked around a wood, not that we also claimed a small mountain - although my dad did seem to be suggesting that at one point.

It was lovely, although bordering on too hot. The problem is that here in the UK, I don’t feel comfortable wearing my abroad holiday clothes no matter how hot it gets. I have no idea why, but something about wearing shorts (if they fit me, which I’m pretty sure they don’t) just doesn’t seem appropriate here.

In all fairness, if I lost some weight and was happier with my body, I probably wouldn’t care so much.

Secret Shame

Yesterday, I was in bed for 10.30 and settled down to watch the remaining half of episode 2 of Six Flying Dragons. I was asleep by 11, and don’t really remember watching any of it. This may or may not have been due to a major sugar low.

Let me set the scene.

Saturday last week, my friends and I were in Tesco buying birthday gumph for another friend when we walked passed the Krispy Kreme cabinet. I suggested we buy some, we decided against it, we moved on. Every day since then, I have thought about Krispy Kreme doughnuts. On the way home every afternoon from Monday through to Thursday, I was half way to Tesco before I thought better of it and resisted. Then Miffy messaged me about the Krispy Kreme doughnuts someone had brought into her work, and all resolve was lost. Especially after a class of wine at the pub.

I went to Tesco, and made it all the way there.

It was late so the choices weren’t fantastic. No prepackaged variety packs, it was help yourself.

I could have got one. I did not. I could have got three. I did not.

I got six.

And then I went home and ate them all.

Two classic glazed rings, can’t go wrong. Strawberry and Kreme, surprisingly good. Salted caramel, divine.  Lotus biscoff, disappointing. Classic glazed jam, can’t complain.

I would for sure have the salted caramel and the strawberry and Kreme again, as well as the classic glazed rings, obviously. The biscoff I wouldn’t bother with, I just didn’t like the custard and the doughnut itself wasn’t squidgy enough. The glazed jam one was nice enough but just oozed everywhere, so a bit too jam heavy and full on dangerous to eat.

In my defence, I didn’t eat them all. I left about a quarter of the biscoff one. Agi enjoyed the custard. Then I emptied the bin to hide the evidence from my visiting parents. Fat load of good that did when my mum reads this blog.