Gave myself the day off blogging yesterday, so here’s the weekend round up.
Saturday was pretty miserable and rainy, dad (and Grandad) were grateful for the rain though for their various seeds/veg. What wasn’t miserable though were Amy’s sourdough croissants. The 13 hours slaving over them paid off. I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed croissants that don’t have the texture of a juice carton. The lamination (ooh fancy baking term) was excellent but more importantly they tasted great. We had them for breakfast on Saturday and lunch for Sunday, not sure when she will summon the patience to make them again though.
Saturday was a relatively chill day, nothing beats a cosy day when it’s raining outside. The excitement of my day was a zoom call with my pals from my Peer Productions cohort (for anyone not aware, this is an acting course I did back in 2016/2017). It was the first time since graduation that all 15 of us (and one of our course leaders) were in the same room (ish). It was a little bit surreal but really lovely to catch up with everyone and remind ourselves of all the antics from the year that many had tried to forget (virtual zoom backgrounds proved a great way of sharing incriminating photos). With everyone scattered around the country and on various courses it’s pretty much impossible to arrange to all meet in person, so there are a few good things coming out of all being locked in our houses and starved of face to face interaction.
Sunday’s big adventure was to the post box (ooh) and to local garden centre/food shop on the way (ahhh). On the way there I screamed ‘look, dog!’ with Amy and Mum frantically looking around for a waggy tail only to realise that I had just in fact got excited at dog paw prints in the mud. Can you tell that I’m missing 4 legged friends coming to stay? We did actually see three ‘real’ dogs as the journey progressed which were all of course greeted with equal excitement. Amy’s excitement was had playing pooh sticks in a puddle running down the hill and watching desperately to see if her leaf would make it. Is the corona madness beginning to show yet??
Our walk also consisted of playing spot the glove/mask and shouting ‘Corona’ at every sighting, probably highly insensitive but you gotta cope with this some how (Amy won 10 points when she spotted an empty bottle of corona). Mum took one for the team and actually went in the shop, she chose a great but random selection of jam, pears, a pecan pie and chocolate raisins. The essential snacks. The highlight of the walk and the cause of Megan shedding some tears of joy were 10 tiny, tiny ducklings in the pond next to the garden centre. They must have only been a couple of days old. We watched the heartbreaking event unfold as one of them got separated from the pack and began squawking with all it’s might. With our encouragement it spotted it’s mother and made the painstaking 3 metre journey back to her, swimming faster than a tiny duck duck had every swam.
On the way back there were two cars parked up on our lane, one with a couple in and one with a fella, who had all parked up to read their books. They didn’t get out of their car, they didn’t even have their windows open, they had just come for a change of scenery. Maybe they were scared the po-po were on the look out, so were ready to make a quick exit. Whatever gets you through I suppose.
