Peruvian chicken, spicy rice, green sauce; cookie, ice cream, chocolate sauce

I had a hugely long list of things that I needed to do today, and not the teensiest, tiniest amount of motivation to do any of them. So I’m ashamed to say I mostly didn’t do the things I should have been doing: I did have a shower, and changed the bed (I got some new pillows at a Clubcard special price in Tesco, and am really looking forward to having a pillow with some fluff to it after using an old one that’s barely thicker than my duvet for the past few months), and cooked dinner, but the many bits of paperwork needing my attention still do.

Mum, on the other hand, was out in the garden from the moment I woke up, digging and pruning, and slipped back into the garden several times after declaring she was done for the day. Perhaps unsurprisingly, she is now in some pain from overworked muscles and joints: maybe next time she really will take it as easy as she promises me she’s going to.

Tomorrow I have a hospital appointment so – advance warning – I might not be posting tomorrow as I expect I will be exhausted by the time I get home. A small part of me is afraid I won’t come home at all, and will end up back on a ward for more months. That’s not a fear I’ve mentioned to mum, though, as she’s already getting worked up about her hairdresser’s appointment on Wednesday. And by ‘already’ I mean it’s been the first question every morning, and the one repeated most often during the day, for the past week, often accompanied by a plaintive “you’ll be with me, won’t you?” which instantly defuses any frustration I’m experiencing at having to answer that question yet again.

Dinner tonight was another Simply Cook recipe, but not one I would recommend: it all smelt fantastic while cooking, but didn’t taste of much except its constituent chicken, veg, and rice. It did serve to remind me just how much I like rice, though, at least when it’s good quality: thanks to everyone who recommended Tilda pre-cooked rice – you’re quite right that it’s better than other brands I’ve tried.

For dessert I ate the last of mum’s giant cookie: RIP (very) sweet cookie. You were excellent as a way of getting unnecessarily large amounts of sugar into my system, which is sadly not succeeding in keeping me awake after what would, in the past, have been an uneventful day but is now pushing at my physical limits.

As I’ve now been staring blankly at that last sentence for ten minutes, I think it’s time to stop. I’ll see you tomorrow or, if not, the day after. G’night, all.