Bacon-wrapped roast chicken thighs, roast potatoes, sweetcorn

A quick one tonight as it’s a bit late: I would have posted earlier but mum’s internet router has been doing its disco ball act all day (when it can’t connect it turns various colours to indicate what the problem is, but often it doesn’t seem to know so it just cycles through all the available options: pretty, but not very helpful) and I couldn’t get onto WordPress to write anything.

I have, anyway, had a fairly lazy day (as my current favourite t-shirt says, “I’m not procrastinating, I’m doing side quests”), although I did order some more wild bird food as almost the first thing¹ mum said to me this morning was “I’m not nagging, but don’t forget we’re nearly out of balls². And those long things³.”

Dinner was similarly lazy, although I discovered that numb fingers don’t make for the most well-wrapped chicken: as you can see from the photo, it didn’t stay wrapped once in the oven. It was tasty, though. You might additionally note a shortage of roast potatoes, caused simply by the fact that there weren’t many left in the bag.

This may be my dullest post yet, for which I can only apologise. Tuesday will see my next hospital appointment – a telephone one, thankfully – with a new department, to discuss some ‘interesting’ new symptoms I’m developing for which I will doubtless be prescribed yet more meds. It will probably prove a distressing and stressful experience, as the new symptoms are ones that left my late sister in considerable pain and disability, but at least I’ll have something interesting to write about. I’m so glad I have this blog so I can think of things like hospital appointments as blog-fodder: thank you for being my audience, even when, like today, the content is less than thrilling.

1. The first thing she said, as it is every morning, was “coffee?”, so any and all complaints about her should be considered null and void. ↩︎
2. Fat balls, that is. ↩︎
3. Dried mealworms. Obviously. ↩︎