Well, actually, we intended
to be productive, but it got scuppered.
On Friday we had Lisa over for tea, as she was belatedly bringing over Paul's birthday presents. I cooked her a fish curry with brown rice (because we are healthy) and then we sat and watched Moon
. It ended up being quite a late one - I think I went to bed around 1.00am...
On Saturday we went out to get some supplies and stuff for tea (including some very nice steaks from the butcher which were a bargain at £3.50 each) but then didn't manage to do very much else because I had a(nother) migraine - my own fault really, as I'd had two glasses of wine and a bottle of cider the night before. I did try and fend it off before bed by having some water, but no joy. It persisted all day and was the annoying sort of migraine where I forgot about it until I did something silly like bending and straightening, which would make my head pound incessantly. So we didn't manage to go through any boxes on Saturday.
We watched Jonathan Creek
at six as usual (actually, the migraine might have been a good thing as it subdued me somewhat; I'm wary of my squee not ruining the episodes for Paul!) and then I pootled about on Little Big Planet
whilst Paul cooked dinner. Then we watched The Artist
, at least until the last half-hour or so when Paul fell asleep. Obviously. :P
Oh yeah, and in the morning we made some pineapple sorbet - initially this was to get rid of some accumulated egg whites in the freezer, then it transpired not to need any egg whites after all. I need to give Katie the recipe later so I'll post it here too. It tastes amazing. :)
On Sunday, therefore, we were still intending to go through boxes, except I was struck with the Ovary-Kicking Period of Doom and spent the day not doing very much at all. Namely, sitting on the sofa with my wheat bag and catching up on EastEnders
(I'm finally up to speed now after being persistently a week behind since Christmas), playing a bit of Red Dead Redemption
and doing my JC write-up. Chicken stir-fry for tea and then the evening spent being distracted by Tumblr, as usual. I got a few words of fic down but nothing particularly substantial - I want to get the tags done and dusted pretty sharpish as I need to print them off for Eni for her birthday. (The post-ALTAF angst is still not cooperating, either. Grrr.)
I also seem to have acquired several plans for my two weeks off work. ( Cut for length. )
This week I'm only in work three days (yay!) because we've booked off Thursday and Friday. Normally for Valentine's Day we book a meal somewhere but we're both skint; my other plan was to have a day trip to Stratford, but trains are just as expensive, so instead we have a vague plan of going to the Sea Life Centre as I have a 2-for-1 voucher that I think is still valid... Then I'll probably cook that monkfish that's been in the freezer for ages, as I'd been saving it for a special occasion - which will work out much cheaper than going for a meal as all I'll have to buy is Parma ham and Arborio rice (for the samphire risotto).
Which reminds me: we've been engaged a year as of today! That's really gone quickly. :)
Oh yeah, and the other thing that happened this weekend was I finally bit the bullet and added Sharn on Facebook, she added me back, it's all good. I feel silly for worrying about it now. Socially Awkward Penguin, thy name is teylaminh
. She asked for details of my leaving do, so if she could come that would awesome. I apologised for delaying so long in getting in touch and she admitted to being just as guilty, so yes. The internet is magic, and I should not be so paranoid.
Okay, there's nothing to do today and this entry has only taken me up to 11.00am. THIS is why I can't build flex, dammit. (I even got up early today in an attempt to fool the snow, then it took me half an hour to leave the house due to tired fuzzy-headedness and I missed the before-eight bus by a matter of seconds so was still late. I don't know why I bother.)