Some days my legs don’t want to ride my bike. This morning was one of those times, possibly because I rode to and from work three times yesterday, and taught spinning. So today, I caught a tram instead of riding to teach yoga. Luxurious, AND entertaining. Before I left, I made a shopping list, and in a shocking display of organisation, went to the supermarket on the way home.
Yesterday in desperation for some sort of direction with domestic chores, I bought a cookbook. I figure it’s like having a personal trainer - although I know I have to do it, I don’t want to have to think about it at the moment. So I’m handing over control of my cooking to Bill Granger, at least for the forseeable future. Today I’m making haloumi and roasted capsicum ciabatta with rocket and hummus, which I probably could have come up with myself, but didn’t.
It’s sunny outside, so we might even take the ciabatta down to the park and let Mr Dog run around. He swam again yesterday, retrieving a huge stick which he’s brought home, so I’m not sure what he’ll retrieve today.
Miss M took these photos yesterday - it was hot, she was bored and decided to make herself look sick. Mission accomplished, especially the one where she looks like the child in The Grudge movies (Sickness #1)