I bit concrete last week. Literally. Cut my knee, bruised myself up good, and had a little belly flop onto the footpath. Nightmare. Obviously as soon as I was alone I burst into tears and wished my mum and dad were around to baby me.
One of the things I miss the most about living apart from my folks is the lack of homemade Asian food in my life. Hence why I drag PetiteFolle out for something spicy whenever she visits.
We headed to Bar Shu on her most recent trip to London.
If you like spice, this is the place for you. We had a couple of non-chilli lovers with us so we curbed back on ordering the super chilli charged dishes, but I'm going to have to go back to set my mouth on fire sometime soon.
Asian is my comfort food. Chinese vegetables, noodles, fatty pork, dumplings, chilli. Pure comfort.
Luckily I don't have to fall down every time I want to be comforted.