Jacket potato with cheese and tuna

Not much to say today, tbh. Mum doorstepped me at 6.44am, on my way back from the loo, to tell me that she felt unwell: I don’t remember what I said in response, but I suspect it was along the lines of “I know, go back to sleep”, as peace and sleep both returned for a while longer.

Although mum’s complaints of pain and feeling unwell have continued all day, they have become less frequent as the day has gone on, and mum even wandered outside for a very brief while with her trusty “blue thing” – a large bucket-type thing she uses to collect cuttings when gardening.

As mum was better enough to not need my constant companionship, I went out into the garden to give my black cat plushie¹, a gift from my sister, a good brush to remove the dust that had accumulated during its year alone in an empty flat. It looks a lot better now it’s cleaned of dust, most of which seems to have gone up my nose as I’ve spent a fair amount of the afternoon sneezing despite having recently added antihistamines to my daily pile of meds.

Mid-afternoon, I put some potatoes in the oven to bake slowly, but I somewhere underestimated how slowly as, by dinnertime, they were still solid in the middle so I had to finish them in the microwave and, even then, the very centre of mine was harder than I would have liked. Mum had hers with cheese and salad; I added tuna (“urrghh”, said mum) and cherry tomatoes to mine, and it was delicious. There’s no photo as I only took one and it was too blurred to use.

Tomorrow I might venture a shower, if mum is still feeling better enough to be able to stay away from the loo long enough for me to wash, dry, and re-clothe myself. Otherwise, I suspect it will be a similarly uneventful day: I must start finding things to do, both for the sake of having something to write about and so my brain doesn’t implode with boredom. Assuming that doesn’t happen overnight, I’ll see y’all tomorrow.

1. The headline photo is a stock image and not of the cat in question, which I could take a photo of if I could be bothered to go and do it. Which I can’t, sorry. ↩︎