[dropcap]A[/dropcap]ugust bank holiday is always bittersweet- yay three day weekend, boo it’s the last one of the year. I wish I could say I was waving a can of Red Stripe in the air at Notting Hill Carnival or road tripping to Cornwall, or even Reading and Leeds, but nope. My bank holiday has mostly consisted of not washing my hair, wearing baggy boyfriend jeans, watching movies and eating many slices of what’s left of our wedding cake. Oh, and catching up on sleep and switching off. It was blooming marvellous.
Sunday was spent at my sisters- with little Bella here- where my family had gathered for a nice Sunday Roast. Bella, despite being 11 years old, still has the big doe eyes and demeanour of a puppy. I love her. How can you not? She’s got an underbite which means her tongue hangs out sometimes, but it’s fine, we can’t all be selfie ready.
A big joint of Beef, mashed potatoes, veg, gravy and lots of Yorkshire puddings…and my Dad telling me to get off the table to sit down and eat like some strange reverse version of 13 Going on 30 . Which reminds me, have you read this article about being back at your parent’s house? It made me laugh. Because naps and eating are twice as nice at Mum and Dad’s!
Before I talk about pudding, I have to tell you that a new Costco had opened up near my sister’s house so me being a Costco novice, wanted to see what all the fuss about. I loved it! I snacked on all the freebies- including a giant marshmallow- and marvelled that I could buy a wheelchair and a giant pack of post its under one roof should I ever feel the need to.
Oh, and 18 inch pizzas for £7.95.
Lemon Meringue Pie.
This was a good pie. Well worth bracing the wonder and madness of Costco for!
My sister also squirrels away random little marvels, like this teensy Alice in Wonderland (it fits in your palm!), pirate bottles, and enough succulents to make me happy. Both ceramic and real life.
On Monday afternoon, Robin and I braved IKEA, where a new rug was purchased, along with a new plant and new frames. Tea lights were successfully avoided, however the hot dogs were not. I parked to one side with our giant trolley and waited 20 minutes whilst Robin got his 60p IKEA treat. It was during that 20 minute wait that I realised I had come to IKEA, dressed as IKEA, in my yellow and blue rain coat…
Maybe dressing as your location is the new #IHaveThisThingWithFloors seeing as I also did that on holiday when we went to Le Jardin Marjorelle.
Speaking of floorfies…
Goodbye Bank Holidays! Now…how many days until Christmas?