I made a perfect cheese sauce. I can still remember my mum teaching me the roux method, when I was about 14. I still feel terribly chuffed every time it comes out right. I don’t measure anything any more, so satisfying.
I made my daughter squeal with excitement when she saw I had bought both smooth and crunchy Biscoff. This a spread made from those little Belgian biscuits you get with coffee at the hairdressers pulverised up. It’s the most outrageously delicious thing ever. Peggy eats it spread onto slices of apple.
Smooth is definitely nicer.
My cat has a tail like a plume.
I’m doing a lot of generalised research into the elderly for a project I’m working on. I came across this lady. She’s 99.
What an amazing woman!
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Thanks for that footage of Tao (?) – what an inspiration. She truly lives in the present and adores her life. And her feet are beautiful!
I was on the treadmill at the gym earlier (we are doing the 10,000 step challenge as a work thing), trying to be positive about my ‘dragged through a hedge backwards’ look as I grimaced in the mirror. As I was leaving through the hotel reception, smelling rather ripe, I had to pick my way through the immaculately coiffed L’Oreal conference crowd – all in black. I felt like a blot on their lovely corporate landscape, but didn’t mind a bit.
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