Since I finished the last episode of Indian Matchmaking last night I haven’t really known what to do with myself…..
I spent a few good hours on twitter discussing Jamie’s BiP meltdown but then I fell back into a Sima free stupor.
I tried my usual tropes of watching back to back episodes of The Great British and Australian bake offs, Come Dine with Me (regular AND couples edition) and The Simpsons but I fear until I find my next reality tv obsession I’m going to be pretty depressed.
To cheer myself up I treated myself to a day of not wearing pants.
This quickly backfired when I opened my door to pick up my lunch and the food delivery team were akwardly still there.
Usually they move on pretty quickly AND I check through the door hole thingy that no one is around before collecting my food but since I was pretty distracted today I just flung the door open looking like this:
I was on the receiving end of some very embarrassed over the mask glances before they hastily pushed the trolleys far far away.
Thankfully there was a highlight to counteract this low point for the day – a delivery of essentials…..
Andy Bowdy Tiramisu is the depression cure I didn’t know I needed. I may now have gestational diabetes but I feel like it was all worth it.
Speaking of diabetes, here were today’s meals: