take one …
17:00 – arrive home from work smug and happy that back so early … you can see where this is going, eh?
17:10 – walk back to work to pick up wallet + memory stick with all next week’s lesson planning that I had left in my rush to get home.
... spend most of walk trying to erect umbrella which has rusted. I never use it, I think umbrellas are evil, and also pretty ineffective in breezy gusty seaside winds, but it’s quite still out there, apart from really icky spitty rain
... give up attempt when comedy football fan sheltering from rain contributes "Good brolly you got there, love!"
18:10 – arrive home from work … take two …
*le sighHowever, all is not gloomy ...
If I hadn't had to go out again, I wouldn't have stopped at the nice French lady's cheese stall at the station to buy the world's most smelly and most divine cheese - Maroille. It absolutely defines cheese for me on all sensory levels.
The trick is to eat it without allowing it to make contact with your skin - this is obviously impossible, so your fingers smell seriously putrid, but I tell you, it's worthwhile putting up with the smell ...
The taste is far less overpowering than the aroma ... You can practically taste the grass the cows grazed on ... it's only produced for a few weeks a year, when the cows are taken to the very top fields, where the grass is sweetest.
I love that ...
I hardly ever sin with cheese these days, so this was my treat for having to walk up the steepest hill, in the rain, twice.
Happy Friday, chaps ... stay tuned for soopah doopah giveaway starting this weekend ...
