Because it's hot, not record-breaking Australia hot, but hot, and the girls didn't want biscuits or fruit for their afternoon tea. Nathan was out drift-carting, so I indulged them. Had he been home I would have indulged them. I wanted ice cream too.
I don't feel proud of myself when I eat too much junk, which is every day. It feels less like a treat and more like a punishment.
Warren phoned from work mid-morning to let me know he needs to fly to San Diego. Tomorrow. He'll be home on the morning of Eilidh's birthday, 10 days away, maybe, hopefully. All day I gave myself a list of jobs I could do while he's gone, a distraction I guess. Organise the kitchen cupboards, clean out the fridge, paint the pots on the deck, fix up the bedroom curtains.
I think we all know how that's going to turn out.
