Happy Easter!

I haven't been able to go on any type of social media this weekend without seeing these little babies crop up somewhere. And damn right too, they're absolutely delicious!

If you haven't already made them yet (what why how? Who are you?!), you basically melt 225g milk chocolate, 2 teaspoons golden syrup, 50g butter in a Bain-Marie. Then mix this up with 75g of cornflakes and pop into cupcake cases. Leave to cool and decorate how you like! 

Today we had the most amazing lunch at Mikey's - I'm talking roast with all the trimmings, oooooh! -and then spent the day watching telly in bed and eating chocolate. I wish every day could be Easter. How did you spend yours? 

To-tea-lly marvelous weekends!

When you're on a student budget with not much spare money rolling around, weekends can seem quite unreasonable. Even going to the cinema these days costs a small fortune, so it's understandable why a lot of people hole up over the winter months and binge watch Netflix for 2 days straight. You're not spending any money and you don't even have to put a bra on - win win. But while I'm no stranger to a solid weekend spent incessantly flying through series after series (Prison Break - you were so long and good to me!), I always reach that Sunday night feeling remorseful. By this point, I've practically forgotten what fresh air smells like, let alone how to socially interact with anyone other than the pizza delivery man.

So, my boyfriend and I have been finding new ways of getting out of the house on the weekend without spending a ton of cash. I've mentioned my love of my dad's National Trust card before, so I won't go into any more detail about that other than to say that it is a lifesaver when money is a little short. Completely free entry into all NT houses and gardens and as I live in Surrey, there are a lot for us to get through. Regardless of whether it makes me sound like a little old woman or not, my perfect Saturday would be spent marvelling at a beautiful garden, pretending I live in a huuuuuge old house, and then drinking coffee and eating cake somewhere warm afterwards. Followed by an evening snuggled up in front of the telly. Oof. And a whole day out for under a tenner. 

We drove to Quebec house in Warlingham this weekend where we tried writing with a quill, spent a while laughing at how ghastly hairstyles were in the 1800s, and I even took home an old fashioned recipe for macarons to try from the kitchen! After visiting the house, we then sidled up the road to Costa where we had a sit down and a chat about how utterly marvelous our caramelized onion and cumberland sausage toastie was. The photos don't do it justice! 

Have you ever been to a National Trust house or garden? I would love to know your thoughts about it! 

Can you spot the woman lurking in this picture!? ^^ 

My post about Chartwell House (which is just down the road from Quebec house) is here.

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Poochie mama!

An evening with my dog is like a never-ending game of musical chairs. If you walk into a room and sit down, she'll walk out and sit somewhere else. If you follow her into her new room and sit down, she'll get up and move right on back to the first room. Like most women, apparently my dog just needs her chill space sometimes. She's a bitch. (Sorry, couldn't resist). But during the day time before she's descended into one of her diva fits, she really is the cutest, cuddliest...and scruffiest little mutt ever. How a dog can be so well washed and brushed and still manage to look like she's been pulled through a hedge backwards is beyond me. 

Anyway, we went for a long wander today on the Heath as the sun was out and fresh air was calling (read: fourth year dissertation procrastination level 10/10). Since coming back she has hovered around my feet while I've been indulging in my new batch of flapjacks (this time with Terry's chocolate orange melted on top - oof!) and doing some dedicated afternoon tea-drinking. To-tea-ly marvelous. And I am planning on carrying on this serious practice well into the evening, because now there's no 2-4-1 offers at the cinema anymore, Wednesday's are meant for pyjama's and tea. Amen. 

What are you up to this evening?