A LIFE LESS PHYSICAL

Slippers and wine

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It’s been over a week since I last blogged, so I felt like I owed you a hello and a sorry-about-the-silence.

It’s been a crazy couple of weeks. In fact, it’s been so crazy that I didn’t even have pancakes on pancake day. Pancake day, for crying out loud! It’s like the most important date in my calendar year and I missed it.

This evening, after a long drive home, I got my slippers and wine and decided to pick a book from the Christmas pile because I haven’t read since 2016. This was my planned distraction from the sadness of missing pancakes.

It was a good plan, until I decided that pancakes are not restricted to pancake day. That’s right folks. You are allowed to eat pancakes any day you like.

And so that’s what I did.

And no, I don’t have any photos because I ate them all super quick. Savoury ones (smoked salmon, asparagus and hollandaise sauce) and sweet ones (lemon and sugar, obvs).

Pancakes aside, I still feel like it’s been a crazy week and I still feel like having an evening of slippers and wine (which, you’ll be glad to know, I am doing) but instead of books, I’m catching up on This is Us – a show that is definitely going on this year’s list of series you should be streaming.

You would think at this point I would have something more profound to say than “slippers and wine” – either that, or I would delete this post in favour of silence. But I’m not doing either, so instead I’ve had a quick look through my archives and found this golden post (one of my favourites!) and decided to re-post this instead.

So I guess the message of this post is: go to Paris. Oh, and slippers and wine.


HOW TO SPEND 48 HOURS IN PARIS

“This time last week I was on my way home from three days in Paris, and I’m pretty sure it was the best weekend of my entire life. No exaggeration, it was all kinds of amazing. I had decided that, after last year’s stress and anxiety leading up to my 30th birthday celebrations, this year I wouldn’t do anything to acknowledge the ageing process. R asked if he could plan a surprise instead and I happily agreed. The next thing you know – we’re in Paris!”

Read the full post here, and I promise I’ll be back with something original very soon.

 

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