Whilst I managed not to over run my daily foodie treats allowance
(thanks to a morning swim and a fairly enthusiastic gym session just down the
road) this Sunday did end up being a little bit naughty after all, despite my
best intentions.
With Bastille Day
forming the perfect excuse for a breakfast reminiscent of Sunday mornings at
Grandad’s house, Nick arrived back from Kevs house just as I was getting back
from the gym, and following a quick shower, we were soon sat out on the balcony
enjoying a very leisurely French breakfast (with utterly delicious homemade marmalade
that was brought all the way back from Nick’s mum’s kitchen).
The rest of our early
afternoon passed in a gloriously sunny pool session, before we threw on clothes
and headed over to Ash and Joyce’s flat, where roast beef and veggies were
being laid on as a bit of a Sunday treat.
I had to pick around
the edges slightly, and I didn’t manage to clear anywhere near as many roast potatoes
or rounds of cheese as I would have liked, but the good intentions remain as a result,
and I am going to be starting the new week in a better position than I was
worried about!
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