We went off on Sunday morning full of vim and vigour to the car boot sale, and it turned out to be one of those occasions when I bought nothing save for a small enamel saucepan for 50 cents.
On the up side all of the cherry trees were completely laden with fruit, so on the way home we foraged a carrier bag full of juicy ripe cherries, and ate about a kilo between us too.
Once home I weighed the bag and we had gathered nearly 4 kilos of free cherries. Yummy.
Or I thought so to start off with, now I have eaten my way through another kilo of fresh cherries, their appeal is starting to wane a little. And I don't know any sugar (calorie) free ways of using cherries. I have whizzed some up and seived them to freeze into ice cubes for cocktails, but I am totally idea free, and merely find my hand straying with a life of its own towards the huge fruit bowl overflowing in the centre of the table. I am sure I have consumed my five a day for the whole week over the last two days just by grabbing a handful of cherries every time I walk through the kitchen.
I am nearing my target (set on the Wii FitPlus) and to treat myself I took myself off by myself to do the shopping. I may have mentioned previously how much I hate supermarket shopping, but have discovered that I can make it bearable by going first thing in the morning, and going alone. That way I can stick to my list, without having to cruise the aisle like a zombie staring bleary eyed at promotions that I don't want; the shopping then gets done in 20 minutes instead of the hour and a half that Brendan can waste in the shop.
In honour of the glorious sunshine, 21° C by 10 am this morning, I thought I would reveal my legs to the world and wear a skirt for a change. This is something that I have been looking forward to, having found them a little bit tight previously, but I was not expecting them to collapse to my ankles even when fully zipped and buttoned. In fact my nemesis skirts are the only ones that fit me now. Gosh.
Next Petite size 12
Lypsy for Topshop size S-M
I finally found a safety pin and pinned my 'start of the holiday' skirt around my waist. (What is a 'start of the holiday' skirt? I bet you have one too, or a pair of short or jeans or trousers - you know the ones, you really like them, but you have to wear them right at the start of the holiday because they are a just right fit, and by the end of a holiday of eating and drinking, they are a little too snug for comfort.)
Wearing a skirt made me feel all girly and I found myself swirling it around my ankles as I strolled the aisles. Hopefully I didn't scare the staff too much, after all it was only 9 in the morning - a bit early for swirling really.
I really need some new clothes, I can't remember the last time I had to buy new clothes because my existing wardrobe is too big for me. Luckily the sales start on the 22nd of June this year in France.
My new motto is going to be quality not quantity.