Chicken and bacon pasties, chips and salad

I will try to keep this short as there’s only two more sleeps ’til Christmas and I think we’ve all got better things that need doing (in my case watching a repeat of Tipping Point and reminding mum of Ben Sheperd’s name every few minutes).

Mum has been having a good day in most respects, which only makes her more annoyed at herself when she struggles to remember things. We have however had a number of repetitive conversations, such as the one about an appointment that I booked for her to discuss her memory issues with a specialist nurse, which she “didn’t know about”.

I assured her that I had told her about it, several times, which she reluctantly accepted, but few minutes later she asked me why she had an appointment she didn’t know about, and why did she need to see a medical person anyway? I was perhaps a little less than tactful in responding that the fact we had had this exact same discussion two minutes earlier was precisely why she had an appointment, but even the most patient of Pineapples runs out of that precious commodity eventually.

And so to a quick review of dinner, which included a somewhat small portion of chips as mum “didn’t want any”, then once mine were in the oven “I can have one of yours, can’t I?”. One turned into half of them, which “you don’t mind, do you?”: how could I say no, even as half my chips disappeared?

The pasties, from Peter’s, were decent enough: the pastry went nicely crispy and the insides were tasty, even if the texture was little more than mush. I’m not sure I could have told you the flavour without the label on the pack, but luckily I didn’t need to.

So there you go. I’m going to go and fill the gap left by the missing chips with some chocolatey pastry, which is a real shame.