Zoë Bowyer

I never thought I’d be dunking for apples tonight but I was. I managed to temporarily overcome my dislike of water near my nose in order to get the tiniest bite of an apple and then I dropped it back in the bowl. To which everyone yipped at my success, but really they wanted me to quit trying before I filled the basin of water with slabber and snot.

I managed to get rid of the last of the rather large batch of pumpkin cupcakes that I made at the weekend (with the help of HB and inspired by these). D was in uproar at the suggestion that I give away any of ‘his’ buns but Granny was more deserving in this case.

I went out on Friday night with HB. It was fine until two fellows came and sat beside us and did not go away. HB chatted to Mr Mustachio while I chatted to his twerp of a friend. It’s not that I am anti-social, it’s just that I cannot be arsed talking crap to people who are rude. As we left the pub to go home we walked past a stall serving free tea and coffee, and gawped at it. We were walking up the street when someone yelled at us to wait and we turned to find a girl bearing two roses, one for each of us. “Because no one will love you as much as this fella – God”. I thought it was kind of sweet, if perhaps a little insane. Anyway, turns out that God is a bit tight as the rose was half-dead by the next day, must have been leftover stock from the florists.

Makes me smile.