Oodles of tea and lashings of biscuits

Hola lovers. Right now I am doing nothing but drinking wine in bed and it feels GOOD. I've been staying with my family for the past couple of days, attempting to write 3000 words on a subject which I am fast losing interest in, while my family go and do fun things like walk puppies and play badminton and go see Warhorse (which I didn't even want to see okay? Because a) I don't like animal movies and b) I did actually cry in the trailer. You'd think those two points were mutually exclusive, but apparently not). I did however practically have a tea IV drip, as my grandma is unable, as all grandmas are, to see someone without a hot drink/snack. I am FULL of ginger nuts.

And now it's Valentine's day, and my boyfriend is probably right this very minute performing a rap on a French alp (don't ask), so what's a girl to do? Well, cook a gigantic steak, wash it down with a very expensive bottle of red wine and for a finale - homemade creme brûlée. It's a day for love, and I do love myself. Very much. Which is why the wine has joined me and my electric blanket in bed. Sad? Or AWESOME?

I'll leave it for you to make the judgement call. Here are some tunes:

Bison - Switzerland
Family Of The Year - Chugjug
Grouplove - Naked Kids
Seeker Lover Keeper - Even Though I'm A Woman