The 27th of March.
I need a lie down. So full of chocolate.
Usually I hate the clocks going forward, losing an hour of sleep, despite it meaning we’re just reverting to the way things were before. However, I was quite happy to wake up early because I had been having a very distressing dream that I won’t go into the details of but I’ll just say that I was being held captive by an extremely unpleasant man.
This morning, I watched Sunday Brunch while I blogged, and successfully resisted the call of the two Cadbury eggs with my name on. Well, there’s one now.
Grandma came for lunch, which was lamb. It was supposed to be venison but tradition won. Can’t say I wasn’t disappointed. Then everyone had lemon meringue pie except me because I am not a fan – I had lemon drizzle cake. So at least I stuck with the theme.
After food, I went to sit with Monica and we watched Olympus Has Fallen. That is one bloody film. I mean a serious amount of death. Even more than Deadpool. I also found it concerning that no one in the White House changed security codes in 18 months.
Now, back to reading The Truth About The Harry Quebert Affair, and stretching out my excessively full-of-chocolate stomach.
The 28th of March.
Finally, I got a decent sleep. No scary dreams, no waking up super early, just a lovely lie-in (well, until half past nine).
Instead of all the stuff I usually watch, we relied on recorded shows on the TiVo box. Thank the Lord for Marvel Mondays. Nothing particularly dramatic in today’s episodes though.
I have nothing of much interest or excitement to say. I decided to do some more crocheting, so I finished the schoolgirl dress, and I made two socks. They’re so small and fiddly, I couldn’t do the shoes too. My eyes can only work so hard for so long.
When I’d completed the second sock, I went to see Monica and ended up getting to the end of Pretty Little Liars and I don’t know if I am done with it or even more intrigued. Monica tried to play with my necklace, and when I took it off her, she sunk one of her claws into my finger. Now sporting a plaster. We need to clip her claws but I think it might be a team effort. Those little daggers are dangerous.