Home Sweet Home

Hello Beautiful People,

This weekend I find myself experiencing a few home comforts back in Cumbria with the parents, before I head off up to Edinburgh next week. After the stress inducing madness that uni has become this term, it’s nice to have a couple of days where I can forget about deadlines, reading lists and dissertation proposals (which are too scary to think about!), and hunker down in the cosy calmness of home, where mugs of tea and yummy cakes seem to appear out of thin air at regular intervals.

I have pretty much done absolutely bugger all this weekend and it has been fabulous! I’m using the fact that I’ve come down with a grotty cold to justify this, but if I’m being honest, cold or no cold, this was always going to be a lazy weekend.

After a blissful night’s sleep (there really is nothing better than your own bed), I awoke on Saturday morning to the heavenly smells of croissant croque monsieur and freshly baked bread. Perfection.

After stuffing my face with home cooked loveliness, I braced myself and bravely faced the barren wasteland of K Village in an attempt to find some half decent footwear in K shoes.  I had to summon all my strength to battle my way through the swarm of elderly ladies that had descended on the place, but I eventually emerged triumphant.

The afternoon was spent snuggled by the fire watching the rugby. There was much rejoicing as Scotland managed to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat against Italy, but the real focus of our attentions was England vs. Ireland. I don’t think I have ever been so stressed for a match before.

There was much gasping, squealing and shouting from both the Irish and English contingents of the room. Yet, ultimately all the flag waving in the world couldn’t lead Ireland to victory, proving once and for all that it’s terribly bad luck to allow England supporters to enter your house, even if they do come bearing gifts of cider and Guinness.  

Today has been the laziest of Sundays. Late breakfast, followed by a vain attempt at productivity that just involved firing off some business type emails.  Then this afternoon, we braved the horrendous weather to take the dog for a walk up the castle and got blown to pieces by the wind. Now, as I type this in front of the fire, sipping on a brew, with the mouth-watering smells of tonight’s casserole hanging in the air, I honestly think, there’s no place like home.

Love

S

xxx