Lamb chops, peas, roast potatoes

I’m pleased to say that today started less early than yesterday, although still earlier than I would have liked, with a knock on the door from mum wanting to remind me that “we” would need to be up for church shortly. In the unlikely event that I had forgotten, the ringing of the bells from the ancient village church would have reminded me, although I didn’t get to listen to them for long as mum, as usual, kept talking over the sound, including asking me at one point if I could hear music (not with you talking all the time, no).

I have been feeling a little grumpy and taken for granted today, with mum not even saying thank you when I cooked her favourite lamb chops for dinner. Although, given that today’s day of remembrance for the pandemic was met with the response “aren’t we lucky we got off so lightly?”, my sister’s passing having apparently slipped her mind, I guess that she even remembers my presence is a genuine blessing I shouldn’t discount. A thank you now and then wouldn’t go amiss, though.

Dinner was honestly pretty boring, being just plain lamb chops and roast potatoes, with peas for me and salad for mum. (Actually, put like that, maybe thanks aren’t deserved: it was a bit boring. 😬) Then afterwards I had a dessert buffet-type of bowl, containing cookie, chocolate sauce, vanilla ice cream, and Black Forest gateau: super sweet, but very nice.

So that’s that. A short post, I know, but apart from watching Portsmouth FC on tv (PUP¹ – an excellent win), I don’t have anything much to report: not even my usual variable quality food photography². Hopefully tomorrow I’ll be feeling less bad mood-y, and a little more write-ative (if talkative is a word, write-ative should be too, surely?).

1. Nothing to do with dogs: it stands for Play Up Pompey. ↩︎
2. No, the headline photo isn’t one of mine. Not that I imagine anyone thought it was. ↩︎