Start As You Mean To Go On ...

So despite my best intentions last night, it was nearly 12.30 am when I switched the light out and snuggled down in bed, after a quick 8 rows on my Hypoteneuse. As I expected, my alarm went off all too quickly this morning, and it was a massive s.t.r.u.g.g.l.e to drag myself out of bed. So, the first thing I had to do, even before I made breakfast, was this ...

Yep, a big hefty cappuccino (skinny, of course) to give me that caffeine buzz I needed to get my brain in gear and get my day started.

Followed closely by my very favourite way to start the day ... my big bowl of porridge. Yum.


So after this veritable feast I was definitely ready to face my day. Until, that is, I left the house. Oh. My. God. It was soooooo cold. It took me ten minutes to scrape a thick layer of ice off the car, and despite my lovely new gloves, by the time I actually got behind the wheel, my fingertips felt frozen. Well, I suppose I shouldn't expect any different with fingerless gloves, right?



Let's gloss over my working day here. Nothing to tell, other than that in my absence over the last week, nobody watered my plants, and hence my newest acquisition (a basket that contained a peace lily, some ivy and a couple of mystery unidentified flowering plants) was looking very sorry for itself, so much so that the mystery flowering plants and the ivy were dead. But at least the peace lily is going strong.



All too soon the working day came to an end and on the way home I picked up the kids and we popped to Sainsburys, where there was not a spare trolley in sight anywhere, so after a quick trip round with two baskets we got to the checkout to find I'd spent over £60. Honestly, it never ceases to amaze or disgust me at how the price of food seems to increase so regularly. Of course I suppose it doesn't help that I probably spend £20-£30 or more each week on fresh veg and fruit. In fact, my bill just for my strawberries/raspberries is easily £10 a week. Oops. Colin always moans about how much money I spend on food, but my philosophy is that good quality food costs money, not like the cheap nasty, additive/salt/fat ridden rubbish he would buy if he did the shopping (God forbid). This is one of the reasons that I want to join the 'grow yer own' brigade this year. I've heard that things like squash and courgettes are incredibly easy to grow and can yield well, so growing my own could potentially save me a fortune.



Saving a fortune is right at the top of my list of priorities. Looking at the amount of veg I get through on a weekly basis, I need to do something to halt my gradual decline into bankruptcy! Take a look at tonight's dinner, for example:

Yep ... I really did eat every single scrap of that humungous plateful! But in my defence, the majority of it is veg - a courgette, mushrooms, a leek and a carrot that I found languishing at the bottom of the fridge, and half a jar of passata. Plus some prawns and a packet of wholewheat noodles. Yes, I'm a pig. But on the plus side, eating a massive plateful like this stops me from getting the munchies later on and going mooching for naughties. And it leaves me full without that unpleasant 'oh my God I ate so much and now I feel sick' feeling.

Moving on swiftly, in the hopes of distracting you from my inability to control my portion sizes, I've made more progress with my Seaweed Socks tonight, while I was sitting with Ethan when I sent him to bed (he was grumpy about having to go to school tomorrow, so I sat and knit while he drifted off to sleep). I'm now on the heel flap, and pleased with my progress.

Right, it's way past midnight (how did that happen?) and hence time for some shut-eye. Night night!