Today wasn't my day

But then Saturday rarely is. The weekly laundry throws over the usual daily schedule, and I get even less done than usual.

I worked a bit on the mirror quiet books in the morning - but not as much as I hoped. I wanted to finish the bees and sew them on, thus completing both double pages... well, it didn't happen. I have sewn on the loops, and even completed two of the four bees, but the other two are still unfinished. Tomorrow it is. Even though I wanted to write a bit tomorrow, aside from the shopping tour I'll have to make.

Then I cooked lunch. I made Sauerbraten and apple crumble for dessert; both things I make regularly and always succeed. Well, today I burned the Sauerbraten, and the apple crumble (meaning the crumble part of it) turned out as dry and hard as Sägemehl. Tomorrow I'll have to make Vanillesauce to pour over the crumble, so that we'll be able to actually eat it.

By then it was 4pm and I was royally pissed at my day. So, to cheer myself up a bit I called H. and we talked a bit. Then I just played solitaire on my geriatric laptop because I knew that writing was out of the question in my current state of mind. Hell, I couldn't even focus on a sodding crossword puzzle!

So yeah; so not my day! I'm looking forward to watch the umpteenth re-run of Mary Berry and Paul Hollywood baking together in the GBBO's Mastercourse.

Today wasn't my day

But then Saturday rarely is. The weekly laundry throws over the usual daily schedule, and I get even less done than usual.

I worked a bit on the mirror quiet books in the morning - but not as much as I hoped. I wanted to finish the bees and sew them on, thus completing both double pages... well, it didn't happen. I have sewn on the loops, and even completed two of the four bees, but the other two are still unfinished. Tomorrow it is. Even though I wanted to write a bit tomorrow, aside from the shopping tour I'll have to make.

Then I cooked lunch. I made Sauerbraten and apple crumble for dessert; both things I make regularly and always succeed. Well, today I burned the Sauerbraten, and the apple crumble (meaning the crumble part of it) turned out as dry and hard as Sägemehl. Tomorrow I'll have to make Vanillesauce to pour over the crumble, so that we'll be able to actually eat it.

By then it was 4pm and I was royally pissed at my day. So, to cheer myself up a bit I called H. and we talked a bit. Then I just played solitaire on my geriatric laptop because I knew that writing was out of the question in my current state of mind. Hell, I couldn't even focus on a sodding crossword puzzle!

So yeah; so not my day! I'm looking forward to watch the umpteenth re-run of Mary Berry and Paul Hollywood baking together in the GBBO's Mastercourse.