It’s been a strange week.
Saturday I spent the day being all calm and stretchy at a five-hour yoga retreat.
Sunday I baked caramel walnut slice to negate the frustration that is discovering a stowaway virus on one’s laptop. (There’s something amusing about using the term “one”, isn’t there? One enjoys blogging! One is currently eating Cheerios cereal straight from the box! One had a strange week!)
My fried banana pontificating expression is akin to my frustrating virus expression.
Monday I got my laptop back, and I’m sure other things happened too.
Tuesday I attended an all-day meeting about residential care for the elderly.
Wednesday was the besterest. Happy face! I spent the day at work transcribing a rap video (a nice change from writing policy submissions) then bounded off, full of pep and vim, for one of the most fun, camaraderie-filled, enthusiasm-wrapped, and smile-creating gospel rehearsals we’ve had in weeks. This was followed by post-gospel drinks which involved such inappropriate avenues of discussion that my stomach hurt from laughing for hours afterwards. I even called my mum when I got home to tell her how happy I was.
Twenty-four hours after the It-Had-Seemed-Limitless happiness of Wednesday, I got myself into a bit of a state and cried myself to sleep*.
At 4am, I dreamed that I was walking around in a forest and saw a young man get horrifically mauled by wild dogs. I woke up sobbing.
Friday started off better, with a work morning tea alongside lovely laughing colleagues. But then, in the afternoon, evil stomach gremlins attacked me from inside and made me unable to attend the theatre production I’d won tickets for that night. Luckily, I was able to give the tickets to a friend who deserved a fun night out. I, instead, curled up on the couch with a cup of tea and my phone, all ready for a nice, long, and much-needed chat with another friend who, unfortunately, had herself had a rough week. I’m happy to say she’s come out the end of it shining (but I never doubted she would).
Oh, and once the stomach gremlins calmed down enough for me to comfortably watch a movie enveloped in my blanket**?
I ate two-thirds of this bag of Cadbury Mini Eggs.
Cadbury Mini Eggs
Anyone who has read this blog for more than a few months would know that I have yet to review a Cadbury chocolate that hasn’t filled me with apathy and loathing.
Surprise! I quite enjoyed these Cadbury Mini Eggs. The sugar shell is so smooth in your mouth that it’s almost like sweet, sweet marble. After a few moments of steady sucking (I really can’t think of a more ladylike way to phrase that), the shell starts to break apart like a sheet of ice disintegrating above a warming ocean.
The milk chocolate inside is, quite shockingly, not half-bad. It’s got 30% cocoa solids and has a little more depth than I’m used to in Cadbury chocolate. There are some notes of honey, toffee, vanilla milkshakes, lychee, toffee, and more sugary toffee. Did I mention the sugary toffee flavours?
Yes, these eggs are sweet. However, when you’re a bit worn out and in need of a cuddle without having anyone around to cuddle you, sweet candy-like chocolate is okay. Better than okay. Almost as good as a cuddle.
* Even at the time I knew I was being ridiculous, getting so upset over something so objectively miniscule in importance. But I’m also a firm believer in using a quick cry to get all the bad emotions out of one’s (teehee) system. I call it the Cry Detox.
** I really want a Snuggie. For serious.