Slowly getting used to having a proper grown up job but today I left the office feeling like, well, crap. Tired. Hungry. Emotional. It was all I could do to get myself home. I must have driven on auto-pilot.
Macaroni with vegetables in creme freche is my comfort food and, having made it perhaps 10 times since we moved here, I can work the Rayburn without burning anything. So, bowl of pasta in one hand, cup of tea in the other and an Easter Egg for pudding, I settled down for an indulgent mid-week comforting supper.
With 90210 for company. So many beautiful boys. That is what is missing from my (mid week) life. That and sunshine.
And then, last night's episode of the Delicious Miss Dahl. She may have got bad reviews, been compared to Nigella and not own her kitchen but I don't care. It was pure escapism and much better to watch than Nigella ever is. Gorgeous vintage kitchen and comfort food galore. I almost got up to make peanut butter fudge there and then but I shall save it for the weekend. I had also never realised how beautiful she is. If I could speak like that and wear a fringe as she does, marketing my new department would be a piece of cake...