Watching Wolf Hall (well, trying to more like, given the squint inducing candlelit scenes which make it almost impossible to see what's happening and also not being a fan of Damian Lewis) and Fortitude (having difficulty remembering who everyone is but at least there's lots of lovely snow and ice and the occasional polar bear, though we've had some of our own here this week, snow and ice, that is, not polar bears)
Reading The Other Typist (link in the sidebar). New York. 1924. Prohibition, speakeasies, rising hemlines, bobbed hair. Our unreliable narrator, Rose Baker, was abandoned by her mother, brought up by nuns in an orphanage and is working for the police as a typist. Crime busting business is booming and another typist is taken on, the glamorously captivating Odalie Lazar. And so Rose's life changing obsession begins. Highly recommended
Celebrating the mister's birthday with pizza and Pinot Grigio
Baking a chocolate cake. I didn't want to have the bother of making a buttercream for the layers and a ganache for the top and sides so came up with something which combined the two. 'How is it?' I asked. 'Chocolatey', replied the birthday boy.
Buying a new coat, a treat courtesy of some Christmas money and one of the last bargains of the sales
Failing to stop another book jumping into the basket in the shop when I'm supposed to be committed to reading from the book pile or the charity shop but as I paid for it with the remaining Christmas money it doesn't count, does it?
Realising I've been following a vegan diet for a year. I'm not missing milk or cheese or eggs or butter, have gotten used to checking every label and asking questions, so am more than happy to continue, though have to admit it's not easy when eating out or on holiday
Sitting on my specs. Fortunately, they were the spare pair
Enjoying the first bunches of daffs from the supermarket
Opening a box of posh soaps
Putting off packing for a little trip till the very last minute. Back soon