i’ve been spending a lot of time at home lately.

lots of morning time at least – it’s difficult for me to leave the house before midday, given the delivered newspaper, the company, the cat, the outlook onto the street, the sunshine streaming in. and it’s probably me trying to hold onto some sense of order in the crazy disordered and manic life i’ve fallen into at the moment. most nights are out seeing bands or friends or at home entertaining, and it’s pretty tiring. and hard to keep up with the other things i should be doing.

last sunday morning i made french toast for me and paul. this is my adapted version of the recipe i found on frolic blog – i didn’t make the butters, used rice milk instead of cows milk, and bush honey yoghurt instead of heavy cream. but i did use a pandoro, which mila had left behind before xmas and has been hanging round our living room for a while. there’s still lots left, which might turn into a bread and butter pudding tonight.

the stone fruits are amazing at the moment, as per usual in sydney. and we have managed to grow herbs on the back deck – not much else survives out there in the heat. the mint has started to flower which is beautiful and surreal, and made me realise i’d never seen a mint flower before.

here’s to a new exciting year, full again of travels and adventures in whatever city i’m living in. there’s lots of words to be read and written this year, and i’m looking forward to the time i spend with them.