Or, Scone with the Wind

(Depending on how you pronounce “scone”)

Pizza and salad; ice cream and chocolate chunk shortbread

I will keep this short as I’m tired, which makes me feel sad, which makes me feel tired, and so on in a depressing loop.

Late this morning I went down to the village to collect my prescription (or, as it turned out, about three quarters of it, as they didn’t have enough to give me all of what was prescribed), then popped into the little supermarket next door to get a few bits including, foolishly in hindsight, a bottle of glass cleaner, which rapidly and magically gained in weight once out of the shop.

Then, with half an hour until my bus back was due, I popped into The Freshwater Coffee House, which I have always liked for its excellent coffee, which comes with a decent range of milk options¹, and which I now additionally like for being exceptionally disability friendly (autistic and need to reserve your favourite table so you know it’s available? No problem at all. Trying to negotiate the world on crutches? Let me get the door and send you on your way with words of encouragement).

As I was short on time I opted for a fruit scone rather than a proper lunch, and it arrived hot from the oven and as pretty as a picture:

Then I took a knife to it, and…

Oh well, it was just as tasty in bits!

Once home, I had 20 minutes to try and catch my breath, literally and figuratively, before diving into an initial assessment meeting with a potential new therapist, for which I had to, as nicely as possible, chase mum out of my room so the conversation would be private.

Unsurprisingly, I was (and am) pretty tired after that, so I was glad I had bought a supermarket pizza. There’s not much to say about that except that mum went into the kitchen after I had dragged my weary and aching body in there and cooked it and her response was “I thought you would have cut it up for me”. 🙄

Then we had ice cream and chocolate chunk shortbread from the Sainsbury’s bakery counter, which for the rest of the evening had me chanting “I don’t need a second piece, I don’t need a second piece” under my breath every time I saw the bag.

So that was today. I’m now going to play games on my phone for a few minutes before going to sleep, before getting up tomorrow to go through another day before it’s scone.

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1. I’m not saying the Isle of Wight is behind the times in these things, but there are still a fair few places where your milk choices are yes or no. ↩︎