The 26 Stages Of... | My Easter Saturday

Sunday, 5 April 2015


So tempted to make these again! Recipe from Helen at lovecatsinc

Happy Easter everyone! This is a little bit of a bonus post; I thought it'd be fun to do a 'day in the life of' type thing. I don't really have a typical day right now, since it's currently the holidays, and to be honest there's no such thing when I'm at university either because it all depends on how much writing I get done. Yesterday we went to my aunt's house for what turned out to be a massive family meal (I'm also going to another one tomorrow, because food = life) and I documented that, since eating does seem to be a massive part of my Easter break. Enjoy, and if you like it then it may well become a regular feature here on Toasty.


9.09am: Discover, ten minutes after waking, that we won't be having lunch till three. Prepare enormous breakfast sandwich with sausages, eggs, and bacon. All of the bacon.

9:27am: Squeal with delight when the egg does what it's supposed to, instead of burning/breaking/getting all over the frying pan. Even Mum describes it as 'the perfect fried egg'. Today is going to be a good day.


9:34am: Today is not going to be a good day. Have less than twenty minutes to do my hair, put on make up, get into my clothes, pack my bag, and brush my teeth before we head into town for morning coffee. Mission impossible. Did set my alarm half an hour early but I spent that time stalking you lot on Insta, oops.


9:54am: Braid my hair. Develop envy for everyone on Pinterest who can create an up-do without exposing their scalp #finehairproblems


10:06am: Finally ready to leave! Somehow managed to do winged liner with about thirty seconds to spare. I am Superwoman.


10:20am: Arrive at the coffee shop. Crushed by a hug from Pete, my disabled uncle who I haven't seen since last year: "Hello darlin', I love you." N'aaww. To my brother, Dominic, he says: "Come here, you fat lump."


10:37am: Asked by Pete how my 'other half' is. Awkward  I've been single since October 2013. Count my blessings that my nan isn't here to drop 'hints' about how much she wants me to have children.


10:51am: One of the volunteers, a lady called Mary, tells me I'm turning into a 'lovely young thing' and gives me an Easter egg. Heart warms all over. Pensioners are so sweet.


10:55am: Pensioners are a bloody nightmare. Braving the supermarket in search of last-minute gifts and they keep barging into me and not apologising. Pick up chocolate for Dad and Dominic, shower gel for Pete, and flowers for Mum, Nan, and my aunt, Sandy.


11:52am: Stop by my old dance studios to say hi; they're having an open day. All the students who I think of as being children are now teenagers. Feel incredibly old.


12:15pm: Watch the open day showcase. Feel incredibly unfit.


12:44pm: Sign myself up for a few summer ballet classes. Heart says yes; bank account says no.


1:33pm: Car journey to Aunt Sue's. Family singalong to Don't Stop Believin' by Journey.




2:30pm: Let the feast begin! Starter is homemade sweet potato soup with chorizo croutons. I didn't realise chorizo croutons were a thing, but they are a thing and they are AMAZING. They don't look particularly appetizing though  apparently my uncle mistook them for cat food.

3:16pm: Main course served. Roast lamb, mint sauce, vegetables, and potatoes dauphinoise. Don't even like potatoes but eat several helpings of these. Everything is better with tonnes of cheese and cream.


4:00pm: Interlude for awkward family photos.


4:15pm: Pudding! Delighted to spot my favourite New York cheesecake. Wolf down an enormous slice.


4:26pm: Sue entertains us with the story of how she came off her motorbike when she was pregnant with my cousin, Kemsley. "That's what did it!" quips Sandy.


4:32pm: Someone suggests games. "I'm not playing any games," says my uncle. "You don't have to play, you can sit there and look fucking miserable," my aunt replies with a wink.


4:33pm: Family game of The Chase. On a team with Mum and Dominic, ready to murder both. First question is about domain names. They turn to me; I get it wrong. Dominic throws box at my head.


4:48pm: We lose. Game ends.


5:09pm: Called back to the table for cheese and biscuits. Four courses?! Devour tomato and herb crackers with Wensleydale  best cheese ever. Forget all the mouldy ones: I like my cheese sweet, crumbly, and dotted with cranberries.


6:18pm: We make our way home. Family singalong to the Mark Ronson/Amy Winehouse version of Valerie.


7:01pm: Bathtime! After discovering the delights of LUSH's Sex Bomb the other night, ordinary baths now seem dull. The pink water was quite the novelty; it made me think of a princess bath (if there is such a thing). Read Elle magazine and find myself inspired by Victoria Coren Mitchell's column and the interview with Rebel Wilson.


7:51pm: Cleanse (Ultrabland), apply serum (Dragon's Blood Fix), moisturise (Ultra Calm Night Cream. Apply spot cream and frown at reflection. Curse adult acne.


8:00pm: Start typing up blog post!

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