Aunty Shabby

And sometimes the pie is perfect

      

Photo from Barca's photostream on http://www.flickr.com/photos/barca-q8/2424762695/

There's just the right amount of bacon, it's not too salty, the crust is a crunchy, golden brown, and the consistency is not too gooey or claggy. Perfect.

Like when you get back to work, after being away on sick leave, and find that your office HAS been thoroughly cleaned, as requested. Or when the jacket that you wanted is on sale - in exactly your size and the colour you wanted. When you just make it in time to the cafe downstairs to get a bacon and egg muffin with cheese (10:30am cut-off just like Maccas!) Or when the right Williams sister wins. Especially when someone tells you that you look pretty and that your eyebrows are nice, when you are feeling a bit average and in need of a wax. But mostly when you lie in bed at night, look across at your husband, who is ready another one of his crazy, esoteric books on agriculture or something, smile, and realise you are happy.

If you are wondering what all this talk of pies and life is about, let me explain. I have been at home sick for the past week and a half, so clearly have had too much time cooped up alone and am going a bit loopy. A few days back at work ought to set me straight again.

I heart

A friend told me today that she had never received a real, heartfelt valentine's present. I had to immediately remedy this, giving her a little red foil-covered Haigh's chocolate heart and a big hug.

For those of you who may be in my friend's shoes or perhaps are feeling a little sad, or lonely or unloved - this one is for you!

Aunty Shabby xoxo