I woke up this morning and was wide, wide awake. I looked at the clock and noted the time: 6:32am and remembered that the clock had gone back. Goodbye British Summer Time, I thought, as I realised that I had an extra hour. What would I do with it? I considered staying in bed (my usual choice), where it was warm and Mr VP was gently snoring, but the pull to get up was too strong. I wanted to use my extra hour. So I made my way downstairs and put the kettle on for a cup of tea. I wondered what to do for breakfast and settled on making pancakes, American-style, with a couple of very tart Mackintosh apples and plenty of cinnamon and mixed spice. It was one of those mornings where only apple and mixed spice would do. I griddled them in the pan with a little bit of clarified butter (or ghee – our new-favourite fat due to its anti-inflammatory properties) and served them with a little maple syrup.
By 7:15 I was fed and was onto my second cup of tea of the day. I sat and read the bits of the newspaper that I didn’t finish yesterday, relaxed, listened to a bit of Classic FM and 6Music before showering. Mr VP helped me with some chores round the house like the laundry, the bathroom, the floors, until everything smelled gloriously clean and the place sparkled in the sun.
We stopped for lunch – delicious cheese and tomato rolls – before changing our clothes and putting on our decorating garb. We went to what has become known as our ‘other house’ and spent the afternoon decorating. The house is a shell at the moment, as everything has been taken out of the kitchen and the flooring torn up. It was panicking to see it all ripped out, but I know that it’ll be lovely in the end. I keep telling myself that, anyway. After the decorating – we’re almost all finished upstairs! – we headed home in the dark; the downside of losing summer-time.
For dinner, we rummaged through our veg box: 1 enormous carrot (enough for 5 people, easily!), 1 small sweet cabbage and a large handful of perpetual beet. We steamed those and served them with winter sausages, a mix of sausagemeat and sweet mincemeat (delicious!) in a homemade port and mustard gravy. Mr VP and I are both exhausted and once dinner is over, we collapse onto the sofa in front of Countryfile, which just happens to be talking about Northumberland.
Before we head to bed, we re-make it with fresh sheets just out of the dryer (they were on the line but got rained on!) and I curl up with Cross-Stitch by Diana Gabaldon. It’s taking me an age to finish, just because I’m usually so exhausted that I don’t make it to reading (and it’s 800+ pages!) – project-managing a big renovation, whilst also doing some of it myself, is knackering. I think of the day we’ve had and what I have to do tomorrow (chimney day!) and plan things, before I fall asleep.
What did you do with your extra hour?