Week Forty Four

Is it just me, or is it weird that forty doesn't have a u in it, but four does? On typing the title of this post, I suddenly feared I'd been spelling forty wrong for weeks, but it appears it's just one of the oddities of the English language. 

This week has primarily seen me slumped over my laptop trying desperately to keep on top of coursework. Looking for something faintly interesting to photograph each day has been a welcome distraction. What are you up to at the moment? Facing tough deadlines, or enjoying the last gasp of Autumn before Winter really sets in?

Monday - Moody skies as darkness descends over the rooftops of Edinburgh

 Tuesday - Pudding trying really hard to be healthy but failing a tiny bit, because Tuesday is hard sometimes isn't it?

Wednesday - Climbing up the Salisbury Crags in complete darkness to watch fireworks over the city was absolutely terrifying, but so worth it once we got up there.

Thursday - The tiny, adorable yawning face you can just about make out through the blur of my phone is Velu, a nearly 5 month old baby chimp.

Friday - Winter vegetables piled in the slow cooker, ready to be soup.

Saturday - Porridge with sultanas, cranberries and mixed spice, topped with a teaspoon of demerara sugar. The sugar caramelises on top of the hot porridge, and it's a perfect winter breakfast.

Sunday - Banana bread is about to happen. It would be rude not to really wouldn't it?