Bread and Butter Pudding

I'm currently making bread and butter pudding.
I've never made it before, so it's quite the adventure.
I remember a boy in my grade once said that his favourite food was bread and butter pudding. Mum and I went out for afternoon tea later that day and I took the chance to get a slice of 'bread and butter pudding'. Mum was dismayed at my choice, when there was plenty of hummingbird cake, mud cake, pavlova and the like. I can't remember it even being that good. What a nut job Mitch was, I thought.

But now! I am left with a stale half-loaf from Threshermans which was a mere $2. How could I resist? I ate a good few slices, except then my baby grew old.
I'll have to let you know how it goes. It currently looks like arse, I'll be frank.

Less than two weeks, my fine feathered friends. I've slowed everything down and am now only volunteering a couple of times a week. Tonight I'm getting my nap sack and going on a fun two-day adventure to Bairnsdale, to visit my friend Jo. I've been meaning to do this trip for the good 4 years that I've known her, but I've never got there. Now is kinda my last chance though, so why the heck not.

This weekend I'll be embarking on a 20 hour TEFL course in South Melbourne. 20 hours! Over two days! I've not done anything this lengthy/ intense for quite the while, maybe since last year. You know, sitting in one room having someone talk at you. Actually, the first aid course was like that. That was so bad. But yes, hopefully this course isn't like that. And then next week is it! No more Dudley Street for me. Crazy times. I'm so looking forward to overseas, but with that comes the end of being here, obviously. Meh. It's been mega fun whilst it's lasted.

I'm now going to read Pride and Prejudice in front of the heater. See youse all round like rissoles.

g.o.o.d.b.y.e.