I woke at 4:30am and not long after I was enjoying a dog walk in the rain, this was followed by me going back to bed for a while at about 6:30am - well, I had to get warm and dry somehow.
I got up for the second time today at about 9am, scoffed a quick breakfast; hot water with honey and lemon, followed by rice cakes with Nutella (yes, I know it's crap, but I fancied it so I bought a jar) banana, raisins, and maple syrup.
Then we set off for an obedience class for Porter, the newest addition to our family, he's a rescue Rottweiler we adopted on Tuesday.
At the dog training class I had intended to watch Mr.R and Porter, but because we had Barley, our lovely Lurcher with us, I was kicked-out. I'm joking! I was asked to leave, that's the same thing but different.
We'd taken Barley to the same place when we first adopted him so we knew it was OK to watch, but this morning the class was very small, something to do with school holidays, so the guy running the class said, 'No guests!' I said fair enough, and went for a walk with Barley, followed by us cuddling and dozing in the boot of the car together, which was very nice as Barley is not always a particularly affectionate dog.
Porter the Rottweiler, Barley the Lurcher
When Mr.R came out of the obedience class I could see he was sweating, and Porter looked very tired.
Mr.R said it had gone OK, but that Porter kept losing focus on him, and had little interest in the treats he was being offered - mainly because of a very yappy little dog.
And at one point Porter managed to slip out of his dog collar and do a runner straight over to the little yappy dog. I wish I'd have been inside to see that - Hahaha!
No small yappy dogs, who resembled a Chihuahua crossed with a Dachshund, were harmed.
Dog obedience class over, we drove back to the house - just a few minutes drive.
But there was no time for me to sit down and mess about online, which is one of my favourite things to do - or not do, because that's not really doing anything is it?
I had things to do. I'd put a load of washing on as we went out the door to the dog class, so that needed sorting out.
I had also told Mr.R that I would cook our lunch. I very rarely cook, but for some reason I offered before I'd thought what my cooking duties would mean. They would mean I wouldn't be able to sit down and play on IG - InstaGram the photo sharing app for those of you who may not know what IG is.
Anyway, after sorting the washing, I began chopping an onion. I hadn't really thought about what I was making for our lunch. I don't usually think too deeply about such things. I just start cooking and dish-up when I'm fed up being in the kitchen, or when the food is cooked - the later being my preference.
So, onion chopped, I then chopped up lots of garlic. I may not have known exactly what we were having for lunch, but I know that pretty much everything we cook and eat starts with onion and garlic being sauteed.
With the onions and garlic mingling and getting all lovely and delicious in the pan, I rummaged in the fridge, the freezer, and the larder, for some more things I could chuck-in to the pan.
I chose aubergine, carrot, chili, peas, sweetcorn, broccoli, cauliflower, and green beans.
Chop, chop, chop, bunged it all in the pan with the onions and garlic along with some turmeric, ginger, mountain black pepper, balsamic vinegar, salt, and Sichuan pepper, and left it all to sauté.
As I waited for the vegetables to cook, I decided to whizz round with the vacuum.
I was beginning to feel like superwoman; dog walking, sleeping (yes, I count that as a busy activity), washing clothes (yes, I know the washing machine does the hard part of that activity), cooking, vacuuming, eating (yep, that's another thing I consider as a busy activity) - I was doing it all, everything.
When my vegetable concoction was more or less cooked, I poured some couscous into a pan, squeezed some fresh lemon juice into it, chucked some boiling water on it, and after 5 minutes everything was ready.
I dished the couscous into bowls, topped with the vegetable concoction, added some fresh spinach, and scattered with lots of lovely homegrown coriander.
Lunch was seriously delicious. That's not just my opinion, Mr.R said so too, and he ate everything in his bowl, so he must have liked it.
Random Acts of Tomato-ing. Cheering up the train station, Taranto, Italy
I was so eager to eat that I didn't waste time taking a photo of our lunch, I wish I had of done now, but hey-ho I didn't. So, here's a photo of Barley and Porter, and a shot of some tomatoes that I took years ago.
Why the tomatoes? Well, because despite being a very busy bee, I felt good from my head down tomatoes.
Yeah, I've been very busy today, and I even made time for that bad tomato joke. You are very welcome!
Speaking of being busy, I often say to Mr.R, I don't know how people do it.
And by do it I mean life.
How do people work full-time jobs (outside of the home), raise children, clean the house; shop for food, wash clothes etc, have a social life.......
I just don't know.
Time just seems to disappear, I don't know how people live such busy lives.
I honestly feel as though I have been very busy today, and I am now extremely tired, and I know there's not way I could do it all again tomorrow, or the day after that, or after that.......
I suppose the answer to, how do people do it? is simple - they just do.
Even when I had a full-time job (outside of the home) I don't remember ever being normal, I mean I could never do everything that needed doing. I was always so very very tired - which may or may not explain why I used to have to take naps at work. I'm not kidding! I wasn't alone either. I mean I wasn't alone in having a nap during the working day, well, I was alone, in my own room, but other members of the workforce also used to sleep.
Hmm, I'm not sure 'work' force is the correct term for what we were. But as the saying goes, 'pay peanuts, you get monkeys'.
No, actually it wasn't that most of us were underpaid, although we really were, it was more that there was a serious drinking culture at that firm, and well, who can work when there's either more beer to be drank, a hangover to get over, or urgent sleep needed?
No one! That's who.
Sleepy boy
Oh yes, and after all of that busy busy busy activity, I washed-up the lunch dishes etc.
When Mr.R cooks, which is every day, apart from the very rare times like today when I cook, I do the washing-up, and when I cook, I still do the washing-up. That's not fair is it?
Oh dear! I know I often say this on my blog posts, but this post was meant to be one sentence.
Yes, you read that right. Read that right! Is that even English?
Whatever!
One sentence - I'm feeling good from my head down tomatoes.
Followed by a photo of tomatoes.
I just wanted to say that I feel I've been very busy today, and I also feel happy about it - hence the tomato joke. I didn't think I felt like writing much more than just that one sentence, I thought I was too tired, but obviously that wasn't true. I must have felt like writing much more than one sentence, because, well, I have.
And what a wonderful literary accomplishment it is - eh?! Ha!
I genuinely don't know what happened. I think this probably the most rambling blog post I've ever written, and that's saying something.......
So, just imagine if you will dear reader, presuming that you're still here reading this nonsense, and you haven't lapsed into a coma, that this blog post is titled Tomato Toes.
And that the only text is - I'm feeling good from my head down tomatoes.
And underneath the text is this photo -
And there you have it, the blog post I initially intended to upload. Great innit?!
I'm feeling good from my head down tomatoes!
Having a second dog is exhausting. It's only been a few days, so we are not where we hope to be once we are all settled and into a better routine.
I've added some photos of the dogs, and a random extra tomato shot from our World travels, to help break-up my rambling.
So, that was my Sunday, well, the morning part of it anyway.......
What's your favourite 'activity' to do on a Sunday?
How do you like to spend your weekends?
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