“I spent like 10 years of my life pretending to fly around on a broomstick and you’re asking me if preparing for a love scene was ‘tricky’ because the other person also had a penis?”—Daniel Radcliffe (via hankgreensmoustache)
The Bake Off is hopes and dreams, triumphs and disasters. It is one contestant’s struggle against the proving drawer, the soggy bottom, the piping bag. It is scones, victory snatched from the jaws of defeat, and the inadvisable use of lavender. It is birth, death, and every joy and sorrow in between. It is a brass band score, a sunny afternoon, a smear of flour on a fevered brow. It is the satisfying crunch of successful puff pastry, the forgiveness in Mary Berry’s eyes, the unanswerable question of how a cake can be ‘too cakey’. It is baking techniques that no one has heard of, it is the humble loaf raised to the most glorious standard. It is gallows humour in the face of the impossible, it is astonished incredulity in the face of the improbable.
Regardless of your inability to get anything done, being overwhelmed by fear of failure, and despite feeling beat by your illnesses that day; We should go to bed proud. Battling chronic illness is a feat within itself, fighting against it everyday proves your strength. Getting up each morning, and simply living, is an accomplishment.
If you are laying in bed chalking up the score for the day, erase it from your mind.
Because there is NOTHING easy about being sick, and you are doing an amazing job just surviving, and that in itself, is a victory in my book.
I am so, so happy to have seen my little hedgehog :D we hadn’t seen her since Monday night - which isn’t unusual, they come in different groupings - but obviously, having been out of the family group, we were worried she might not reintegrate. But she has! And it makes me so happy!