Well, it’s been a busy couple of weeks, to be honest, and I realise that I’ve not had a chance to blog, like I said I would originally.
A couple of weeks back, on the Friday, I met my friend W for a lovely lunch at Eat Me Cafe. It’s popular, quirky eatery in Scarborough and whilst they do have their own, rather fabulous premises, since the pandemic they’ve moved into the Art Deco Stephen Joseph theatre to allow more space for social distancing. They still have a fabulously varied menu, and I had a rice bowl with a rather spicy Thai red curry and tofu which was absolutely delicious.
It was great to have a catch up with W, we used to see each other all the time, but since the pandemic we haven’t so much, and she came bearing a bag of goodies for little Miss, including a fabulous yellow Barbie car, which she was most impressed with.
During the week, a lot of my colleagues from London were coming up to the office. I volunteered to organise the social arrangements for Tuesday night, basically because there’s a restaurant in York, The Impossible Wonderbar and Tea Rooms, that I’d wanted to try for some time. Online, I thought it looked really quirky.
In reality, it was fairly standard to be honest. The food was nice, but not earth shattering. Nonetheless, with 16 of us in attendance, we created our own buzz and had a rather lovely time, but it’s not somewhere I’d rush back to again.
What was nice though was actually being able to go out with people socially. I won’t say things feel normal, but it feels like it’s progressing in the right direction.
Wednesday I was back in the office. Two days in one week is definitely not something I’m used to these days, and I was rather tired from the commute, and the social festivities. Then, during the afternoon, I had to leave in a hurry after Mum had an accident, cutting her hand quite badly on a broken glass. That ended in a visit from the emergency services, 3 sutres and a great big bandage on her hand. She’s now realising how hard it is to do ANYTHING without the use of a thumb.
Aside from all of that, I’ve mostly been working, reading and knitting, so nothing new there. I set myself a goal of reading 12 books this year, and I finished 2 last week. I don’t usually read murder mysteries unless they are Agatha Christie, but the Patricia Cornwell book was so fabulously written, I thoroughly enjoyed it.
The minimalism book was interesting, but mostly reminded me of things I know already, and to be honest, I’m never going to be a minimalist. It’s not even something I aspire to be, but some useful ideas nonetheless.
I’ve started book 3, which is rather amusing and I am very much enjoying it.
Today the weather is pretty awful, so a day of playing with the Peppa pig house, watching Ben and Holly, and maybe doing a bit more reading, sewing and knitting is about as much as I will be participating in.