Blissful few days of lounging and stuffing our faces. Rustled up breakfast the other day: eggs, bacon, and mushrooms in garlic butter. Then proceeded to roast my first hunk of pork. The crackling was spectacular! Trimmed with roast potatoes, sweet potato, butternut squash (which, incidentally, tastes like cantaloupe melon when raw!), onions and parsnip.
We've been picking over the leftovers ever since, with Martine squishing scraps of meat and cold veg into a bap with gravy. Delightful.
To balance that out, we had her signature salad with sunflower seeds, yeast flakes (it's a French thing - très bon) and beansprouts, topped with pizza.
The drinking has been a little excessive, especially on the red wine front. We were duped (as have been many) by cheap alcohol-free plonk the other day! Sitting in the kitchen, despairing, we were saved when Martine's son, David, came home and forced us all to drink whisky instead. Ah, the Scots!
Linkwood, by the way, is a mighty fine tipple.
We've also been nibbling Easter eggs and Gü hot chocolate soufflé.
My own bottle of birthday brew, which Ruaíri brought with him from Ireland when last I was here, has also taken a supping. T'was full when I left, but it has been shared in good company along my travels.
We've been burning all of this energy off completing the tasks Martine needs to get through before her imminent marriage and departure. This involves shower rails, tenancy agreements, grouting, council tax and Gumtree. Thankfully, mostly in our pyjamas.
For the first time in my entire life, I actually sat and watched the clocks change last night. We were glued to the computer screen, not blinking...
00:59 - 02:00
Just remember: spring forward, fall back.
A life-affirming moment of change, time travelling with a friend.
The future looms and I am setting a new course. Adventures ahoy!