Last night I ate supper outside for the first time this year. HURRAH!!
Eating outside is my favourite thing. Mostly because I love food and I love being outside- combine the two, and you're on to a winner in my book.
I made myself a spring-y risotto (roasted yellow pepper and tomatoes, with green beans and peas), piled it high in my favourite bowl, and took myself outside with parmesan and water, only to be joined moments later by M and M with homemade burgers and a bottle of rioja (I wasn't jealous at all).
We soaked up the last of the sunshine, swapped stories about our days, and chattered about how much we love this unexpected glorious sunshine, and how happy we are not to be revising right now. Being a proper grown up is great sometimes.
Next on the list? Breakfast outside. My heart might explode from the happiness.