I bought another cookbook. The Hairy Bikers’ Perfect Pies. I have a problem. Do they have gatherings for cookbook addicts? I then went through it and put sticky notes on the pages of recipes that I’d like to make. Looks like if I had my way we’d be having pies every day for a few months and then just roll around. Because we’d be really round. Probably resemble pies as well.
A couple of nights ago I dreamt that I bought a plane and then I woke up and couldn’t think of a reason why I shouldn’t buy a plane. Except that I did regret it a little in my dream when I could only find a tiny runway which was surrounded by water. I think it was moored in a river actually. Pretty sure I also saw some alligators.
Have you ever had the feeling when you’re dreaming and running away from something/someone in your dream and you really need to go faster but you just can’t, because your feet feel like they’re filled with lead or you’re stuck in icky sticky goo? Well, I had that today. Except that I wasn’t dreaming. We went on a little castle trip in Wales (my first time in Wales, by the way!) and it was, well, rather hilly. And my car only has a tiny little engine. Boy did we struggle with a few bits. Trying our best but the car’s feet were just filled with lead. Got there in the end though! Lake District next?