Fish stew with garlic bread; ensemble of sweets

This will be brief tonight, as I have done far too much recently, am suffering the consequences (a couple of times while cooking dinner I thought I had spilt hot liquid on my feet, only to discover it was simply my nerve endings sending off random “ouch!” messages again), so have tried to keep the activity to the minimum today.

I did end up placing another grocery order as mum discovered this morning that we’re running low on loo roll, and there were a few things I couldn’t get from Iceland (including the elusive eggs), so I put in a relatively small, but surprisingly expensive, order for delivery tomorrow.

At some point either just before or just after that (I can’t quite remember which) I had a go at implementing some of the many things I have been taught over years of therapy sessions to help mum over a major anxiety attack. That basically came down to encouraging her to talk about what was worrying her, which she said helped. To quote a very old advert: it’s good to talk.

For dinner I cooked an old favourite of mine, a Mediterranean inspired fish stew of chorizo, passata, and fish / seafood, in this case a haddock fillet and some prawns. Mum wasn’t impressed as she doesn’t like tomatoes – the first I’ve heard of that particular dislike, and one that apparently isn’t that serious as she ate her serving and declared it “very tasty, thank you”.

Then we both sweetened our day with the rest of yesterday’s fruit flapjack pudding, a caramel melt-in-the-middle pudding from Iceland (tiny and very sweet, but with not much flavour other than that); mum had cream with hers, while I opted for even more sweetness in the form of my favourite caramel ice cream. The combination shouldn’t have worked, but mum and I are agreed that it really did.

And there I’ll leave things gor today, with a photo of the rainbow which graced the Island today. Good, innit?