Last Sunday was quite uneventful, I think, but today's heat has put my brain in the sleep mode, so I cannot quite remember what we did.
Eddie practiced his guitar. He's back to learning an extended version of Hedwig's theme.
On Monday Eddie's class went on a school trip to Cotswolds wildlife park. They were lucky with the weather. It wasn't as hot as today, but warm, and the next day it was raining almost non-stop.
I was trying to finish the recipe post, taking lots of photos of the vegan panna cotta made with almond milk.
Once the post went live, I sighed with relief, as I struggled with the recipe. The first attempt was a total flop.
And then someone "kindly" mentioned that the panna cotta looks like a boob on a plate. Now I cannot unsee it.
On Tuesday I visited several charity and vintage shops, searching for some steampunk props for the photo shooting but couldn't find anything at a reasonable price.
I like this little teapot, it looks like the Aladdin's lamp (I didn't buy it).
We pass this house, which we call the ghost house every day. I have never seen its inhabitants. The windows are totally overgrown. It must be so dark indoors. I'd love to have a tour of the house.
The poor mannequin, looking forlorn, with the legs stacked nearby.
It was a National Cream tea day yesterday, and of course, I had to bake some scones. I love scones, but bake them maybe once a year.
I always look forward to the end of our trip to Cornwall, as every time we arrive to the cottage we rent, there is a welcoming tray with homebaked scones and jam, with milk and clotted cream in the fridge.
We've been with Aspects Holidays for many years, and stayed in several different cottages.
Amusingly enough, the cheapest cottage had the best welcoming basket, with a bottle of prosecco and posh jam. The most expensive cottage where we stayed last year (looking at you, Captain's Haven in Sennen Cove) had a measly offer of a supermarket packet of 4 scones and tiny hospitality jam portions. No clotted cream in sight. That was so disappointing.
Today we did a bit of shop-hopping with Eddie, returning a pair of super skinny jeans which were too small, and buying shorts in M&S.
I tried to take a photo of Eddie with all the labyrinth of reflections in changing rooms, but my hands got in the way.