Monday, 27 July 2015

Breathing and Cheese


I feel like I can finally breathe again.

I'm on the other side of a massive, huge, enormous work task. Months of planning, preparation, tears, and work came to its conclusion recently, and I finally have time to just be.

Everyone has noticed. A spent a lot of last weekend laughing at me, remembering that I sing a lot when I'm happy. G has stopped looking at me with a perpetually worried look in his eyes, and happily told me that it's good to have Usual Alice back. D bought me bubbles, P sent me flowers. It's over, it's done.

And I finally have chance to catch up with my loves. On Friday night, A and I went to the National Theatre to see Everyman- which is quite possibly the best thing I've seen on stage since War Horse. And Saturday night was spent behaving badly with A, B, C, D, and E. (Yes, we have abcedarian names. No, it's not deliberate).

And last Wednesday, Emily and Ellie and I caught up over pizza, dip, and all the cheese I could carry. 

We watched The Other Woman and agreed that Barber's cheddar is quite possibly the best cheddar we've ever tried. In fact, we ate more of that than we did of the comté or brie. And that's saying quite a lot, coming from someone whose life more or less revolves around the next opportunity she has to eat cheese. But it really is just that tasty- just how a cheddar should be.

And other than that? I've been pottering along. Trying to remember which day of the week it is, an d that I can go home at a normal time again. It's a most peculiar feeling.

So tell me. What have you been up to?


Barber's very kindly sent me a rather large amount of cheese to try. While the cheese was free, my opinions are, of course, all my own.