The Easter holidays are finally here and I have just a few pieces of work to do which leaves me loads of time to do whatever I want. On Sunday I baked a Dutch Ginger Cake for my dad which is still going down well and last night I upped my game and attempted Macaroons. It was actually relatively straight forward, although I did manage to make a huge mess. I made four flavours: banana with a rum cream filling, chocolate with a peanut butter cream filling, strawberry with a lemon cream filling, and pistachio with a plain cream filling.
Although they're not perfectly round, and some of the colours didn't come out properly I'm pretty proud of myself.
...Musings
On the Road Again: When I was 17 I took one driving lesson and then didn't bother again. Now, thanks to my dad's constant pushing and kind donations from family, I have bought ten lessons, the first of which I had on Monday. It was really good fun! Who knows, in a month or so I could be taking my test.
A journey home: So I went to get the Bakerloo line home the other day and to my delight a train was pulling into the platform as I got there. I ran up to get on the front carriage and realised, all too late, that I had unwittingly run into a carriage full of drunken Southampton FC fans, who then started to dance, cheer, and bang on the windows until the train reached Marylebone where they got off. There then followed a period of blissful silence until, we pulled into Baker Street and this time we were ambushed by a group of schoolchildren who had no sense of personal space and fell and leant on those of us who were sitting down. The school children got off at Piccadilly Circus which meant there was enough room for a random supporter to come sit down next to me and ask me if his breathe smelt as he blew beer and onion scented fumes in my face. Of course I said he was fine and gave him a thumbs up before getting off at Charing Cross. I walked to the overground and got on my train thinking that the rest of my journey would be wonderully uneventful. That was, until, a woman decided to sit practically in my lap, squashing me against the window for the rest of the way home.
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