Homemade chorizo / cheese pizza

As expected, I’m very tired tonight. Mum’s GP appointment was helpful, in that he determined that the severe pain she’s experiencing isn’t related to her UTI, and is either bone- or muscle-related. The second is obviously more likely, but the first couldn’t be ruled out, so off we went to hospital for an x-ray.

The journey was very painful for mum Island roads not being renowned for their satin smoothness, but I have nothing but compliments for the St Mary’s x-ray team: we were in and out within half an hour.

We won’t get the results for ten days or so, but we have some stronger painkillers if mum needs them, which she hasn’t this afternoon as she’s been feeling much better. I’ve been trying to keep her that way by putting up the clothes dryer and hanging the washing up, and spreading out the new living room rug (knocking over a few bits in the process which I really will remember to stand up again any time now), and allow about ready to fall over, with my hands developing the tremors that tell me I’m pushing my luck (and my body) too far.

My luck held far enough, though, that the clearance of my late grandmother’s house isn’t going to start until tomorrow, so I didn’t have to try to try to explain the limitations imposed by chronic illness to someone who, on previous evidence, is inclined to suspect me of bad intentions anyway.

By this time, the prospect of a dinner of fish and chips, from freezer to oven to plate, was looking increasingly appealing, but the fridge contained some defrosted pizza dough that needed using – I only realised today that it’s supposed to be kept frozen until needed, not shoved in the fridge and left there for several days – so pizza it had to be.

I’m not going to go into advert mode so won’t enthuse too much about the ready-made dough, from The Northern Dough Co, but it’s really good: it survived my mishandling and produced an utterly delicious duo-pizza, one end plain cheese and tomato, the other end chorizo. Mum finished her two slices with a contented “mmm”; I went and got another slice!

Tomorrow, then, is house clearing day, enlivened by the prospect of leftover homemade pizza for lunch. If you see me on Facebook during the day, you’ll know I need rescuing from the horrors of tidying up and throwing away the remnants of someone else’s life. Thank goodness for pizza, eh?