These may not be the best looking donuts, and the recipe may have been made up, but goodness tonight they were a must and quite the delicious must. Why you ask? Because ALL OF OUR BELONGINGS MADE IT TO LONDON. Praise! Therefore a celebration was needed, and thus the donuts.
Reasons to celebrate:
This morning the sun was out.
We got to enjoy the sun shining through our dreamy windows with coffee, that we made. We didn’t have to go to Pret down the road to retrieve it. We used our french press, because it arrived in London. It really is the small things.
We got to wear a DIFFERENT outfit than the same one we have fashioned for two weeks. It felt like Christmas morning opening all those boxes with warm clothes inside. Sweaters! Jackets! Boots! Scarves! Hip, hip hooray!
We purchased a clock and can indeed now know what time it is.
I made it through a whole week of nannying two little children who speak French when they don’t want me to know what they are up to. (Think Sour Patch Kids, first they’re sour, then they are sweet. But extra sweet because even when they are sour their French accents are cute.)
A few more plants were purchased for out little flat.
Ben is almost done his first week of school.
Our dinners are no longer limited to things you can make in one skillet and one bowl with minimum silverware. Oh, the possibilities are endless now!
We may or may not have eaten Ben & Jerry’s Peanut Butter Cup ice cream to accompany our donuts. (Yes, peanut butter! Finally!)
Our bathroom has heated floors and a heated towel rack. We don’t really know what controls these, but its a nice surprise when they turn on.
Finally, we are going to Cambridge this weekend to explore a bit.
Things are truly looking up around here. I would show you the rest of the flat, but currently we have no idea where to put all of our things that are all over the floor. And by all of our things I mean the random assortment of belongings that we apparently thought were necessary for England but in reality serve no purpose here. Perfect example: Ben’s flippers.
We can’t wait to finally make this place a home. (Go ahead, sing the song.)