My tummy is making nervously excited noises! My tummy speaks for me!
Why? Why nervously excited? Because I just sent off a request for accomodation in PARIS. I found this website Airbnb where people like rent out rooms in their house for travellers, like a bed and breakfast. So I found this place which looks all wonderful, right in the centre of Paris, with heaps of wonderful reviews and it’s not nearly the price of a hotel! I hope she likes me and lets me stay!
Why else is my tummy making noises? It definitely won’t be because I’m hungry.
I went to the most gorgeous birthday party ever last night. It was a vintage garden party (I wore a dress!), outside with candles and lanterns and arm chairs and ribbons and doilies and the best most amazing home made food in the world. The birthday girls beautiful amazing mother put on quite an indulgent spread with all sorts of home made delights – including the most gorgeous caramel chocolate mousse cheesecake – oh em gee.
I think I may need to attempt a recreation of that.
Though for the weekends little family get together I’ve had a request for my home made foccacia bread, which yes I admit, was delicious once upon a time. But that time was when I was living at home with my mothers breadmaker… Who knows what will happen if I try to make it now, by myself, breadmakerless. I figure though, if all things fail in this, I’ll douse it in olive oil, garlic and rosemary and noone will be able to taste what’s underneath….cunning plan yes? :)