Carrot soup, sandwiches, Graze Marmite Crunch, plums, yoghurt, flapjack

I might be going home next week. 🤞

The exact timing depends on when the Discharge Team can find someone able to do the two daily carer visits they think I will need (to do what, given that mum already has three carer visits a day and they sort out things like laundry and washing up, I’m not sure, but I guess that’s something we’ll have to sort out), but it looks like this season of Pineapple Sponge is reaching its conclusion. Stay tuned to find out what happens next!

(It’s going to involve more hot puddings with custard than my life before Pineapple Sponge, as I’ve developed a taste for them over the past few months. I’m going to miss having them just turn up, I’ll tell you that!)

Super-short supper summary:

Soupe du jour: I’m pretty sure it was carrot. It had the right colour – a lovely bright orange – and that slightly earthy sweetness that I recognise from the many bowls of carrot soup I ate as the child of a keen vegetable gardener. As usual, it was very good soup.

Sandwiches: tuna and cucumber on brown, egg mayo and cress on white. I assume you can still buy those little plastic containers of cress in the supermarket? Or has it fallen so far out of fashion you have to grow your own these days? I’ll add that to my list of ‘things to look up online if I ever [bleep]ing remember’, which is getting longer by the day.

Marmite Crunch: the famous Marmite slogan is “you either love it or hate it”; I personally have always fallen into the little-mentioned third category of “it’s OK, I guess”. This didn’t change my mind: it’s savoury and crunchy and moreish, but that’s more about the snack mix than the flavouring. Not in contention for my new favourite Graze snack, but I’ll happily finish the bag (not tonight, though – I’ve eaten enough of it already!).

Plums: one really nice one, one rather tasteless one. (The banana in the photo is for tomorrow’s breakfast, BTW, and I just forgot to move it before taking the photo.)

Yoghurt: strawberry flavour. Yoghurt will be one of the first things on the post-getting-home shopping list.

Flapjack: from the pack of mass-produced ones I bought when I first got to the home. They’re meant to be four different flavours but taste pretty much identical to me, of sweetness and processed oats. That’s not a complaint – sometimes uncomplicated sugar and grains are just the thing to give me enough energy to get through to a vaguely appropriate time to go to sleep.

Which is rapidly approaching despite my best efforts. See you all in the morning. 👋