Post Sima Depresion

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:

The only time in my life to date that I have regretted not wearing pants

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…..

Emergency iPad, emergency oil diffuser, emergency Andy Bowdy Tiramisu and 911 Brownie courtesy of my sister and Ed ❤

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:

For those of you who are familiar with my hatred of apples please rest assured that they always get sent back to the kitchen un eaten. They truly are the devils fruit.