Month: August 2014

Weekend

As I write today’s post, I’m not sure I’m going to make it on time for it to be a Sunday one… This weekend has been very quiet, and I couldn’t be happier about it. First of all, on Saturday I volunteered at the British Heart Foundation 10k run in Greenwich. Once again, it was a lot of fun. I came back home afterwards and spent my day relaxing, pretty much. I watched a film that I wanted to write about, Fast Girls which I thought was going to be the typical stupid girly film, but it actually wasn’t, or at least not entirely. Today, I started the day by doing the fitness test for the Body Project. It’s fair to say that I’m not fit at the moment. Not only I had to weigh myself and take measurements, but also had to do the plank, push ups, the ski sit (or something like that), burpees and run 1k as fast as I could. I was winded when I finished. Not good. I went shopping …

What are your favourite topics?

Hello! How is your week going? Mine is a bit crazy, and has been quite busy so far… For a few days now, I’ve been trying to have a look at the blog stats, to see which days get the most traffic, see if there are any topics out there that get shared and all that. Unfortunately, I’ve been too busy and too distracted to focus on a long sheet of figures that so far don’t make any sense to me. You know how I roll, if it’s too difficult or weird, or I don’t know how to tackle it, it gets relegated to the bottom of my to-do list, until the little bulb in my brain lights up and I find a way to work on it. In the meantime, I had also been wondering about polls. I’ve seen some around in blogs, and WordPress has also done some posts about using them. I wonder. I wonder if readers actually like polls, if it increases page views and if it helps with interaction. The …

Apple Crumble

I always say that I don’t really have a sweet tooth. When people ask me if I like chocolate, my first answer is no. Then, I clarify that I don’t hate it, I just don’t feel like eating it, usually. Most people are surprised, and some have even told me I’m crazy. Fair enough. Usually, I don’t eat biscuits, or cake, or ice cream… None of those things. However, I like baking. I find baking very difficult, and I’m aware I’m not a good baker. I always struggle, mainly because I can’t follow basic instructions. OK, I can, I just choose not to. When I cook, I usually make my own interpretation of a recipe, either because I don’t have the exact ingredients, or because I’m too lazy to measure properly. My go-to technique is if a packet of something weights, for example, 250g and I only need 100g. I know half of the packet will be 125g, so I need a bit less than that. Of course, I sort of eye what half of …

Tools and bits and bobs

Memories

As I walked down the street, everything around me came together to bring me back to my childhood summers. The first few notes of Ben Howard’s Old Pine set the mood, reminding me of summers past. Barely a car on the street, it felt as if time had stopped for a moment. For some reason, I have this feeling there were fewer cars when I grew up. The thing that really took me about 20 years back into the past was the smell of ripe plums on the ground, under the sun. It was a hot morning, despite the clock on my phone having just announced 8am. I paused for a moment, and took everything in. The sweet, thick smell of the plums, which I felt being squashed under my shoes; the smell of sunshine, the warmth on my skin. I could imagine hearing the cicadas, playing their summer song. My childhood summers were mainly spent in the country side, in the company of my cousins, my parents, and my grandparents. It’s funny how our …