Gone are the days of doing other people’s grocery shopping.
And here are the days of overseeing cremations.
To celebrate and prepare, the weekend was full of doing things.
I treated myself to a haircut. ‘Treat’ lol — after however many months, it was a legal requirement.
I tried to treat myself to a new suit, but I wasn’t short and skinny enough, or tall and fat enough, to nicely carry anything I found.
I got a nice suit off Shaun, though — wears good.
I spent a good few hours trying to follow Myles’ game he made up with its rules that change to suit his needs.
I baked a vegan chocolate cake for Erika’s birthday and didn’t overly fuck it up. The real fuck up came about when I tried to trim it and I don’t cut straight.
I made a vegan chocolate ganache (to go on the cake) and, other than it’s light brown hue looking like someone had taken a dump, it was the nicest part.
I even managed to squeeze in catching a tan that I didn’t think I’d caught.
The delay this week was, once home last night, I couldn’t be bothered.