Cream and marshmallows

On Monday evening, I went to see an exhibition with my friend.  It was a small exhibition as part of the Cambridge Uni Science Festival, it showed how coffee could be used to develop photographs.  In theory we were supposed to be able to have a go, but when we got there it was just a corridor with some photos and no obvious place to try our hand at it.  The photos were nice and all, just not what I had expected. But, we were not going to let that spoil our afternoon together.  Instead, it being a cold and dull day, we headed to the Indigo Cafe.  It's a teeny tiny cafe down one of the side streets opposite King's College.  It has 3 tables downstairs and 3 upstairs, with a tiny sofa too.  Half the time I try to go there, there is no room!  We were in luck.  We sat upstairs and indulged ourselves with hot chocolate (with a gazillion marshmallows and an ample squirt of spray cream) and a slice of almond tart/cake to share.  It was the perfect way to end a Monday.

Sorry for the bad quality, it was taken on my Blackberry.

Mondays...

I hate Mondays.  I know everyone says that, well must be at least 99% of people unless they happen to have Mondays off work...  So, in an act of revolt against it being Monday, last night I made myself a make shift version of the typical English breakfast for dinner.  It gave me a smug "take that Monday!" feeling.  I know, super odd, but I never have things like that for dinner, and never for breakfast on a week day, so for me it was a small act of rebellion.

You can see why it's not the real deal, ham instead of bacon, no tomatoes or mushrooms (yuck to the latter) and it's quite modest in size.  Tasted damn good.

That and a few episodes of Greys Anatomy, and it almost felt like my dull day at my new temp job had never happened.  Now for round 2, Tuesday...