Making: An effort to be (reasonably) tidy, organised and have a morning routine. I didn't even make that up. It's true! Seriously. Stop laughing! Sniff.
Cooking:Lots of really nice recipes out of books from the library. I like to pretend it's still 1990 and there's not billions of the things on the internet. Works for me.
Drinking: Recently I switched back to decaf tea. Because that's how exciting and cutting edge my life is. Be very jealous.
Reading: Various library books, including:
Tales From Below Stairs: The Bestselling Memoirs of a 1920's Kitchen Maid by Margaret Powell.
Quite an interesting and easy read, especially if you're a Downton Abbey fan like me. The author also wrote several other books including a cookery one which would be interesting to have a bit of a gawk at.
Did She Kill Him? A Victorian Tale Of Deception, Adultery & Arsenic by Kate Colquhoun.
True story of Florence Maybrick, who was convicted of poisoning her husband with arsenic in 1889. In my humble opinion, I reckon she was completely innocent, which makes it a heartbreaking story. Although she escaped being hanged (Eeeeeek!), she spent fifteen years in prison. She died in 1941, penniless and living in squalor. So sad.
Six Degreess by Honey Brown.
Fiction. Sex, sex and more sex. I didn't even fathom this from the title of the first chapter: Threesome. What am I like?
Trawling: Library Books. Obviously. Just for something different.
Wanting: Rain! Lots of it. Pouring, soaking, glorious RAIN. Side note: it did start pouring after I wrote this! Perhaps I'm a witch or something. Muahahaha!
Looking: Like a potato with grey hair. So attractive.
Deciding: What to type here. Hmmmm. Decisions. Decisions. Nope. Got nothing.
Wishing: THIS:
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Enjoying: A nice hot cup of decaf tea. Because I like to do wild and crazy things on Monday mornings.
Waiting: For summer to be over. Today is actually giving me the illusion that it is. But it will spring back from the depths of hell to incinirate me one more time, I'm sure.
Liking: Inane things. Like the word 'inane'. Love it.
Wondering: Why I have such demented dreams. And why I'm demented in general.
Loving: Snuggling in bed when it's raining.
Listening: To the rain. A dog barking. The tap tap of my own typing. Blissful silence.
Considering: What recipe to cook next. Feels like good soup weather today.
Buying: Food, food, food and more food. And then, five minutes later we need food again. I never have money to buy anything else because it's all spent buying food.
Watching: Bits and pieces of the ice skating in the winter Olympics. The only sport I can watch without nodding off.
Hoping: We can go on a holiday some time this year.
Marvelling: That we can eat quite so much food.
Needing: According to my shrink I need to make friends. Bwahahahahahaha! She doesn't know who she is dealing with here. Besides, doesn't she know that I have lots of imaginary friends inside the computer? They count, don't they? HMPH.
Questioning: How on earth you make friends?
Smelling: Pain Away Arthritis cream. Because I appear to be a 95 year old woman called Ethel.
Smelling: Pain Away Arthritis cream. Because I appear to be a 95 year old woman called Ethel.
Wearing: Stretchy 'yoga' pants that I never do yoga in, sexily teamed with a fleecy pyjama top. Tousled bed hair completes the look. Nice.
Noticing: I have a sore throat. It's so sad. A very tragic situation. And now there is violin music swelling in the background.
Knowing: Knowing Me, Knowing You! A-HAAAAAAAA!
Okay, that's an Abba song, but that's what came to mind. And it's mixing it up from Carpenters songs, so shut up.
Thinking: I need to exercise. I have a sore throat. Why did I put that Abba song in my head? I love the rain. I hate other shit. Where did I put my phone? What day is it? I wish I could stop thinking...
Admiring: My family. They're pretty awesome. I think I'll keep them.
Getting: Myself sorta kinda reasonably organised and tidy. Wait. WHAT? Yepski, it's true. See: Making. No idea how long it will last but it's good shit at the moment.
Disliking: Unspeakable things. Hideous, vile things. I not only dislike these things, but hate them with a passion. You don't want to know. No really, you don't.
Opening: My mind. To trying to be tidier, kinder to myself and more positive. Something like that anyway. Oh, shut up.
Closing: My eyes for a snooze.
Closing: My eyes for a snooze.
Feeling: Tired. See: Closing.
Celebrating: Mr 13 will be Mr 14 in a few weeks. I also like to celebrate the small wins. Like getting out of bed in the morning. That's something, right?
Pretending: I've got my shit together.
Embracing: Home hacks. Well, some of them. Others are just STUPID.
So there you have it. That is me tacking stock this fabulous February. Side note: it's only fabulous because it's over in a few days and, with it, summer. Good riddance!
What are you celebrating in the month of November?
