  Slapstick comedy, slap-up meal Feeling a bit weird today. Cold and my scalp keeps tingling. Don't feel ill though, so that's OK. And I've nearly caught up on my sleep.
Had some bad news from Australia about my aunt on Friday, which put me on a downer for the rest of the day. Mum and I promised that we wouldn't get drunk and melancholy on Saturday though, and we managed just about - we had a good time at the theatre watching The Play What I Wrote which was very funny (based around a Morecombe and Wise tribute), and then went out to eat like posh pigs in the evening.
Colleys provided a great night as usual and I ate nearly everything put in front of me, which came as some surprise. We ate some hors d'oeuvres (mackeral pate, liver pate, cous cous salad, pasta salad, potato salad, beetroot etc etc), then were served curried courgette soup with sultanas and toasted coconut. For entree we had the choice of chicken liver in a mint batter with spicy salsa or potato and celeriac dauphinois and Mum and I had a bit of both.
Then we had lemon sorbet before the mains were served. We had 4 choices - roast lamb with mashed potato, gravy and sundried tomato pesto, pork loin wrapped in parma ham with something and horseradish, fillet of sea bass with warm pimento and butter bean salad, or wild mushroom and thyme tartlet. Mum and I went for the lamb, which was too chewy but otherwise nice, Dad had the fish which tasted lovely, and Graham had the veggie option. THEN, came pudding - there were loads of them and they all looked as nice as each other. There were profiteroles the size of tennis balls, bread and butter pudding with amaretto cream and marzipan crust, eton nests, lemon and lime parfait, apple tart with toffee apple ice cream, a huge wedge of cheese with pickled onions and crisps - and more that I can't remember.
I settled on eating half my bread and butter pudding and attempting an eton nest - but there was so much cream that I couldn't think about finishing. We ended with coffee and blended cheeses and crackers (which I couldn't help but try to polish off after all that sweet pudding).
We did try and walk it off by walking home - braving the gale force winds across the Downs. Somehow I managed to drink a small port and stay up until midnight to wish mum a happy mother's day before collapsing into bed. Sunday was spent recovering. Watched a great Grand Prix (Jenson Button got his first podium - yay! - and the rest of the field weren't too far behind Michael Schumacher) and 2 films, had a bath and went to bed at the absurd hour of 8.30pm. I really need to up the exercise and eat even smaller portions this week to cancel out the shocking amounts I put in my stomach this weekend. It was such a lovely sunny breezy morning this morning when I walked into work, but it's forecast thunder and hail later.
Can hardly wait. The Easter Vac has started. Very quiet in here today but I've got enough work to be getting on with for now. The up side is that we now get quarter of an hour extra for lunch each day - so I'm off to utilize that little perk right now. 
