Meh...I have yesterday's ironing to do, but hey...I haven't given you lot a blog since what, Thursday?
I shall remedy that situation forthwith.
If you want to know what I did at work on Friday, go here to my 20six blog. (Opens new window.) Yesterday it rained. I had a headache and stayed home to do laundry. Which was just as well, as my drive was postponed to today.
What drive?, I hear you ask.
The long-promised one - with the former-Delightful - in his sporty little pocket rocket. The top was down, the sun was mostly out, and Coldplay was in the CD player. I was happyyyyy.
Him: We're going for lunch!
Me: Oh goodie! Where?
Him: It's a surprise.
He gave it some welly, we went very fast (I'm forbidden to tell you how fast), passed lots of fields, and ended up in St Alban's. I like Hertfordshire. It felt so uplifting to be outside the city.
You have to escape the dusty arms of the city, and get out into the country on Sunday drives don't you? Getting whiffs of pollen-filled fields and horse shit, and panoramic views from the tops of hills.
We ate at a minimalistic bistro. I wasn't even that hungry, but I was under orders to finish everything in my plate or else he'd run off with my purse and let me find my own way home. *sigh*
We had a shared starter of granary bread slices with dipping bowls of pesto, tzatziki, and olive oil and balsamic vinegar; fresh mozzarella, grilled peppers, sundried tomatoes, olives, salami, rocket wrapped in prosciutto. (Pretty much what I had for dinner last night.)
That would have been enough lunch for me but I was still under orders.
So, f-D had a burger and fries, and I had a croque-monsieur with side salad. Untraditionally, it was in a panini, including the bechamel sauce...and it was the first time I've eaten mushrooms in a Croque-M.
I undid my button and soldiered on through nearly two of the 3 "sandwiches" and most of the side salad, until I could chew no more and then I was saved by the waiter, under disapproving glares from f-D.
No matter how much I eat, I protest that I cannot gain weight at the top as most people want me to! I get it all on the thighs and bum, which I don't mind so much, but I now have a little tummy because I stopped yoga. Right now all my jeans are tight and the next size up is way too big!
What's a girl to do?
[Rant over. ]
f-D only passed his driving test last October or so, but he is a very aware, conscientious and progressive driver. And despite the cruel and unusual punishment at the table, I had a wonderful day in excellent company, as always.
When I first planned this blog, it was going to go like this:
"We went out in a sporty car, very fast, with the top down, and had lunch all the way out in St Albans."
But when I sit down to write, it never works that way...if I did that, it wouldn't be a story, now would it?