Okay, so I think I’ve managed to sort out some of this work nonsense and we’ve reached a point where I can keep going without bursting into tears at the end of every shift. I’m not good at having to fight, so glad management is on my side here. It’s a massive relief. So much so, I think I might take Gentleman to Levenshulme market and then bake a cherry clafoutis on the weekend. I loooooooooove cherry clafoutis. If I could only eat one pudding for the rest of my life, it would be cherry clafoutis, hands down.
But I digress. I’ve taken to chucking a spoonful of this into a bottle of water and leaving it to steep overnight, then sipping happily away all day long. It’s just refreshingly watermelon good, not too sweet, and altogether just right. I’m really glad it exists.
