I need to compensate for my sinful weekend. All we did today was.. chill on the lookout at the Peak, with a chicken and leek pie, hot chocolate and latte; then went for dinner at this Parisian-styled cafe where the onion soup was so, sinfully cheesy-gooey.. and the bread was so fresh and toasty, I asked for a second basket, with extra butter too. Because the butter was so divine. By the time our mussels and bouillabaisse came, I was stuffed. Yet we still ended with a lemon tart and honeycomb ice cream.
OK don’t worry I got 13 days to get lingerie and bikini-ready. No sweat.