Lunch: sausage sandwich on focaccia; dinner: garlic and cheese pizza with salad

My day today might have started at 5.25am, or that might have been yesterday and today started at 6.30am. Either way, it started too early, with mum knocking on my door in tears because her back hurt so much. Feeling very guilty because I manipulated her into helping with washing the kitchen floor and therefore (probably) hurting her back again, I gave her some of her strong painkillers and encouraged her to try and get some more sleep.

I don’t know if she did, but I got a couple more hours before she woke me up again, accidentally this time, and I decided that the day might as well start.

Later, I went down to the village to collect the latest addition to my ever-growing collection of meds, only to be told that they had already been collected – by someone in London. The pharmacy staff looked as bewildered as I was, and could only advise me to get back in contact with the hospital department and ask them to issue it again. That’s a task for Monday, as is contacting a solicitor for a bit of family legal business, trying to find someone to take away the remaining furniture in my late grandmother’s house, following up with the plumbing company about the leaking boiler, and doubtless a few other things I can’t remember just now.

While down in the village, enjoying one of the precious few alone times I currently get¹, I went to my favourite coffee shop du jour, The Freshwater Coffee House, and had some lunch and a couple of oat milk lattes, the second of which I rather regretted as I sloshed my way over to where I had arranged to meet my bus home.

Thanks to that over-large sausage sandwich (and a slice of gluten-free Victoria sponge which, aside from a slight, but not at all unpleasant, gritty texture from what I assume was cornmeal in the cake mix, was indistinguishable from the with-gluten variety), I didn’t have much appetite for dinner at the hour mum prefers to eat, so just cooked a cheesy-garlicky flatbread (from Iceland, as so many of the things we eat are) and had that with some salad. Simple, but very good.

Tomorrow it’s the weekend, so I can have a lovely, restful day off.

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Of course I’ve actually got 101 things to do, the most important of which is sorting out our beautiful new living rug, which seems to be doing its un-level best to unalive me through the permanent wrinkle that has tripped me several times already. If the sleep deprivation doesn’t get me, the rug will. Or vice versa.

1. I was out for about two hours and mum only called me four times, which is excellent by her / our current standards. ↩︎