I would just like to take a moment to extol the virtues of wilk. This is how to make wilk:
Take a mug a fill two thirds full with fresh semi-skimmed milk (must be semi-skimmed or possibly full-fat but I have never tried making it that way). Drink some of the cold milk so that you have half a mugful remaining (this is an important stage of the process for me but can be omitted if you prefer. Just fill mug half full with cold milk). Top up with boiling water. Drink and relax.
It is the perfect bedtime drink. I was first introduced to it as a child by our lovely lodger C who I adored. She and her fiance B drank it. And I wanted to do be exactly like her so I did too.
I have recently rediscovered the delights of wilk (especially now I can consume dairy without feeling queasy – see below for explanation). But I have discovered for the first time the delights of drinking wilk during the day. Tea is not as popular with me as it used to be. I still love it, but in far more limited quantities. I have to be in the mood for it, whereas before, every mood was a tea mood. But also wilk does a great job of filling that little spot of hunger that I am desperately trying not to fill with crisps, biscuits and chocolate.
Most people will turn their noses up at the concept of wilk and I’m sure you may have to. But why don’t you try it and see. It is so very comforting.
I keep composing posts in my head while trying to fall asleep but then forgetting them by the time I wake. They are works of literary genius but unfortunately you’ll have to make do with my potentially incoherent daytime ramblings. Sorry.
For those of you who haven’t figured it out yet, I am pregnant. Despite having had 2 scans and a now rather round tummy it hasn’t really started to sink in yet. I don’t quite believe that any of it is real. Its been a challenging few months of exhaustion and sickness. But also dealing with people’s reactions. Mr WFs parents have been a bit weird about the whole thing. I think they are excited – I just don’t understand the way they express it. I also know that me being pregnant has been really difficult for a couple of close friends. I know that they are happy for me but I hate it that makes them sad in some way too.
I also seem to have lost most of my creativity which pains me greatly. You may have noticed my lack of blogging. There also has been very little crafting. I have lots of plans but nothing ever seems to get done. Mainly because I spend all my time either working, sleeping or eating.
People keep telling me that it will get better but I’m still waiting…
Update: What I didn’t mention but feel that I ought to clarify is that both Mr WF and I are delighted to be expecting a baby and are very excited about the challenges to come and that we are totally amazed by the miracle of life developing inside me. Just in case I hadn’t made that clear above!
I went away at the weekend to the Lake District to visit some good friends. While I was away our local Boys Brigade group transformed our garden! We had arranged to pay the Senior group (aged 16/17/18) to come and clear the rubble, random overgrown hedge and concrete slabs from our garden and generally tidy it up a bit.
Wow! I got home on Monday and was totally gobsmacked by how amazing it looked. They filled a skip with rubble and took a minibus load of stuff to the tip. They also filled 20 bags with green waste and we have a large pile of wood/timber they found in the hedge which is being saved for the next bonfire. They also dug over all the flowerbeds, weeded them and mowed the lawn. We now have a blank canvas to work with and my mum (a keen gardener) is coming over today to design the new garden and get me started on some planting.
For the first time since moving in, I LOVE my garden and I am really really excited about it! I would take photos if I hadn’t lost my camera charger several months ago and therefore can’t use my camera. Oh well. Just use your imagination!
I never seem to have anything to say here anymore. There are several reasons for this.
The first is that my life currently consists of working, eating and sleeping. And not much else. Although I do sometimes find time to watch The Biggest Loser – its strangely addictive.
The second reason is that when sat at my desk, pretty much all I can think about is how hungry I am and what I am going to eat next and when I can reasonably do so. I have had to resort to a larger handbag (roughly 3 times the size of the old one) to bring all my supplies into work. And even then it is not enough. I have to scrounge, beg, borrow and steal.
But thankfully, it is the end of term today and I am very happy. Apart from a sad incident this morning. I smashed my mug. The one that sits on my desk that noone else is allowed to use. The one that I know is always clean. The one that smiles at me in a friendly way when i sit at a desk in the morning. The one that doesn’t complain when I now only fill it with water instead of tea. It took all my self control not to sob at its sudden departure.
So, in case you haven’t already started wonder – tired, hungry, emotional and not drinking tea… what on earth is going on in the world of wibblyfish?