Oups! Seems like I haven’t posted that much lately. I blame not being near my laptop that much the last couple of days. I’ve been busy doing training for my new job. I would write about it if it weren’t for the fear of breaking their social media policy; seems like you can get in trouble for just posting photos of yourself wearing their uniform online, so it seems better to play it safe. It’s a shame because the uniforms are GORGEOUS. I’ve never seen such lovely health care uniforms.
I want to wear them in my grave.
Anyhow, my week started off with celebrating our 2nd anniversary by going down to Afters for desserts. Afters is a dessert place that serves desserts until late, late in the evening. To make it better, it’s literally just around the corner from where we live. I’m not a big anniversary person and I don’t really want to do the whole gift-thing when there’s only a month left until Christmas, but any reason is a good reason to have ice-cream. I had a £10 chocolate fudge sundae with strawberries and I was really happy that it didn’t even make my mouth tingle from allergies.
The following day was spent training while Tom was home making pralines, polenta-based sponge cake and mushroom risotto. He can’t be left in the kitchen without supervision for too long, or I’d come home to a functional patisserie. The same evening the following conversation took place:
Me: I’m really in the mood for Fanta, but I forgot to put it in the fridge so it’s not cold.
Tom: Just put it in the freezer and set a timer for 30 minutes and it will be cold.
Me: Good idea! But I don’t need a timer, I will just keep an eye on the time.
12 hours later, around 8am yesterday:
Me: Oh **** I forgot to take the Fanta out of the freezer yesterday.
It’s now 5pm more than 40 hours later and I’m still waiting for the ice in the Fanta to thaw.