I came back from a weekend at my sister and husband’s house – a relaxing end to the Bank Holiday weekend. I somehow walked into a vague heated discussion with my husband – nothing too serious but enough to unsettle me. Enough to find me baking bread and cleaning the kitchen at one o’clock in the morning. I am not sure where I found the energy given that I had just driven just under 100 miles in just under 2 hours earlier that evening.
I baked a delicious soda bread – make with yogurt , honey, cinnamon, dark sugar and raisins soaked in Bailey’s. Finally climbed into bed at around 2:30 crawling out of bed again at 6.50.
I am now of course tired beyond belief!
My husband of course – finding out about my mini-night time adventures, thinks I am crazy…
On the plus side – I satisfied my need to bake and I have a loaf of bread to breakfast and snacks for the week. It’s all good.