I've been feeling a bit off for a few days, don't worry, I'm not pregnant (in case the title of the post was leading you there). It's probably swine flu.

Right now I'm lying on the couch and being so pathetic that I've been tucked inside the doona, in manner of bug in rug, and brought a piece of apple pie. Which is silly really because part of the reason I'm feeling ooky is because I tried to eat what seemed like an entire barramundi for dinner. Will I never learn? Apparently not.

I've had an interesting week.

My science is still not working, but my usual pastry-chef-as-alternative-to-research plan has been shelved for the time being, for reasons that may, in time, become clear. Observe: PCR fail.
I skipped off work early yesterday because, as above, my science is not working, and the sun was out, meaning that for the first time in 3 weeks I could do some laundry (three loads...) and vacuum my room. I'm sorry science, but until you realise that this is a two way street, give and take and all that, I think laundry is going to take precedence.

I skipped off Monday entirely because JM was here on her way back to Farmadale from Darwin. I was super stressed about taking a whole day off, but we went to yum cha with my absolute favourite people...


...and demolished a huge amount of food. I'm surprised I didn't lose a hand, they were like piranhas; food would land on the table and 30 seconds later all that remained were sucked-clean bones and stray tumbleweed.


And as we wandered through the Chinese Gardens after lunch, my inner tranquility returned for a little while at least. It was back on Tuesday, but on Monday afternoon, with a belly full of tea and mango pancakes, I was serenity now personified.





How's the serenity.