Day Dreaming and Sugar Needs

Yesterday was a big day, so today I'm staying in and doing some writing. I have to be alone to write (too easily distracted) if someone else is home I have to pump music in some headphones to try and mask their existence. I always have my playlist playing anyway; I like the way music can change the mood of a scene I'm writing, usually for the better. Day dreaming is a big part of my "creative process"; imagining every scenario and finding which ones feel right, music really helps with this. I can also spy on what Thomas is listening to at work, bless you Spotify and your creeper features.

The only problem I have with writing at the moment is the damn chair. I think I need a special one made just for my awkward back, preferably one that reclines so I can also nap in it.

I also have to write near a window, not to spy on the neighbours (although people watching can be fun) but to keep me sane. Apparently the garden might be having a make over, if it does I'll be out there doing work every day the weather permits; which in England might not be that often.

This is important, I have a thing for juice cartons; miniatures are adorable to me, little mayonnaise jars, mini cheeses etc but Thomas brought back home these Rubicon babies and now I'm addicted. I haven't had Guava juice until now, they're exotic here, not that it's taking over the top spot, apple you can't be beat. Watermelon is another weakness, as is passion fruit; okay I have a bit of a juice problem. It's on my list of "addictions" with tea and cheese. 

I really need to work on my relationship with food.


In other news, my physiotherapy is going well; so well I don't even feel guilty for eating a massive pudding last night, I admit I couldn't finish it because I have the stomach of a field mouse.

"There's pie in there somewhere" Thomas.

 Thank you for reading, soon I'll be doing a book review, won't that be exciting? What if I mention that it's a book on "How we do it"?

Devon x

The Spring Clean and Catzilla!

This weekend was pretty exhausting. Thomas and I went to see Godzilla; we booked tickets at Tyneside Cinema and got the sofa seats. They are the comfiest seats in all of Newcastle, second only to my bed. My old lady bones hate the sofa at home never mind awkward cinema seats (grumpy spine). 

Pretty much me with back pain.

After the cinema we visited my mother dearest and Milward (the cat). My mum has been going crazy with baking, cakes, cupcakes, brownies, the list is endless. She made Thomas and I fudge, cream and Oreo brownie things (forgot the actual name, sorry Mum) and they are mighty, we took quite a few away with us for later.
Then I discovered the cat had trashed my room and ruined some stuff, for example a vinyl record Thomas had bought me for a birthday past. I'm a very sentimental person, if someone gives me a gift I keep it forever, especially presents from important people in my life. I cried. Milward really is Catzilla.

When we got back to the flat the next day we decided to spring clean everything! We blitzed the bedroom and made a new set up for me as the laptop is on its last legs these days (We're getting a new one, which I will probably review).

Dual monitors babeh...

We also reorganised some of the living room. Cleaning is incredibly tiring, you always forget that on the outset then four hours later you're in a lot of pain (or I am anyway). Thomas and I slept like babies after all that. 

Bookcase is all shiny now

 Thank you for reading :) The weather at the moment is so pretty I want to take off and go on an adventure, eat picnics, read under trees, eat ice lollies and all that other summertime crap.

Devon x