Waking up in the Cotswolds

Waking up in the Cotswolds to absolute silence, sun streaming through the curtains and Mikey sleeping soundly on the 1/10th of bed space that my limbs weren't sprawled over...and all this especially when you're supposed to be at work? The absolute dream.

We spent Friday eating, drinking tea and coffee and wandering around some of the most beautiful locations I've seen since Venice. Look out for the triple-layered-triple-chocolate-fudge-caramel cake. I'm serious. It's been my phone background for the last week. You can find my first post about the Cotswolds here.

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Cotswolds, Thursday

What do you do when it's mid Feb and it's dull and there's nothing exciting going on (bar Valentine's Day) and you're feelin' melancholy and pretty bleurgh? Answer: whisk yourself away for a long weekend with your fave little people to a remote location.

In my case, this is going to the Cotswold's with my splendid parentals, my long suffering boyfriend and the dog, Ed Miliband. We stayed in the cutest little cottage in Upper Oddington...I'm talking wonky walls, wonky ceilings and wonky floors. I'm also talking lots of cake, lots of chocolate, lots of tea and lots of walking. Heaven.

Here's some pictures of the cottage when we arrived on Thursday night after a 2 hour drive belting out Adele and Whitney Houston.  Photos of our weekend to follow.

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Happy Valentines!

In possibly what can only be described as my finest hour ever ... I bought Mikey a soda stream for Valentine's day. Yep a cute little contraption that turns tap water into sparkling water. And why is this my finest hour to date you might ask? Because we realised that if it can tap water into sparkling water, it can definitely turn wine into prosecco. Which has definitely ended in our day taking an infinitely and unexpectedly more classy turn. #KnightMe

Anyway, our day kicked off with tea and chocolate cake in bed at Mikey's this morning and we're now well into an afternoon of watching telly in our pyjamas at mine while eating as much food as physically possible. Amen. Who said romance was dead?!

How are you spending your day?

Shout out to these pretty hot flowers from Mikey. Not quite soda stream impressive...but beautiful none the less.

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Pain aux raisins à la Hollywood

You know there are some things that you eat all the time but you never actually think to make yourself. Like you kind of forget that they don't come ready made. Like bread. Plain old simple bread. And ice-cream. You're so used to buying it in Tesco that you forget a cow in a field somewhere gave it's milk so that you could scoff the entire cookie dough tub on a hangover.

Yeah, well that's kind of how I feel about pain aux raisins. Me and Mikey got so used to eating them in Paris that we totally forgot that someone had actually been up since 6am hand crafting them from scratch. And I feel pretty bad about that now because I've found out that they are preeeeeetty long winded to make. By long winded, I mean my brother came in from a night out in the pub. And Mikey was still up. In his pants. Rolling pastry. Yep. That sort of long-winded. 

We went full Paul Hollywood on these babies. You can find the recipe here.

Have you ever tried to make pain aux raisins before? 

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