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Indian pood.

Another games night with Jen. What we both needed really.

Cheesy beans and a poached egg on toast. Comfort food.

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My breakfast. A smashed egg on sourdough. 

A nut roast, cooked by my housemates.

Minions.


Cool egg patterns

A day of doing. Made a dress, mowed the lawn, planted a tree.

Discovered we can watch catch up TV on our TV. Watched Eden with Bivan whilst eating too many nachos.

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An odd but delicious dinner
Political chats with mum. ‘I want to cut Boris’s balls off!’
And the messages that I could send afterwards. Mum friends.

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Breakfast. Potato rosti, poached egg, asparagus and haddock. The best egg based breakfast I’ve ever paid for.
The winning cream tea – it all came down to the scone. And the fourth cream tea in four days. Winning.
An accidental ferry ride.

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Weaving. The perfect Friday night activity when you have a migraine and can’t move.
Signature pussy.
Egg and avocado.

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Some bonding with Clare over the chickens and Terry.
And then our Twitter conversation later on.
Holding the still warm egg, fresh from the hens. I’ve never held a newly laid egg before.

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The NZ Family Camp style group at the Totaranui DoC site. One with this monster of a van!
Driving the van to a shadier spot with him still asleep in the back at 8am to try and cool the car down and go back to sleep.
The egg shell disaster. I managed to get shell in the cup before I even got any egg in there. Absolute nightmare.

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We slept with the door open last night. I woke up to the fresh air, the morning sun, that morning smell and a few gentle outdoor sounds. I felt like I was on holiday.

I finished writing all the blogs I had to do for a company I work for that I just can’t stand. All done. No more. Goodbye.

A boiled egg for dinner (part two. I was hungrier than I thought). I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I bloody love eggs.

Image: Jason Lowe