What I usually do to pull out of this kind of nose-dive (finances permitting - which they are not) is treat myself to something utterley frivolous and pointless. This time I've decided to lift my spirirts and extricate myself from the dog-house again by baking something tasty. A tasty treat. (I don't need any more useless items of shit clogging up the already bulging closets).
|Just add water...|
|Dum dee dee, dee dum...|
Anyway, I made some cherry scones...
...and a some jammy coconut madeleines.
If a little stodged. Fat bastardos.
PS. I went for the results yesterday. The tumour was benign! Relief all round here.
Relieved fat bastardos...