Greek-style chicken kebabs, mixed veg, Lebanese flatbread; ginger and peach pudding with ice cream

In a surprise to no-one except perhaps herself, mum didn’t go to church today. She woke me just after 7 to say she didn’t want to go and to ask for a hug; I would gladly have supplied the latter if I hadn’t had an uncomfortably full bladder, and by the time I had dealt with it mum had gone back to bed.

I woke again just after 9 to phone the friend who was meant to be taking mum to church to let her know mum wasn’t going, then slept through to 11 and could have slept longer if I hadn’t forced myself to get up.

By that time mum’s mood had lifted, and for the rest of the day she’s been remarkably… herself. She not only remembered the word “horse”, but also the name of one of the ones we used to own (RIP Boysie – you deserve to be remembered). She made jokes (groan-worthy rather than funny, but still jokes), watched the rugby with me (not that either of us are big rugby league fans, having had it repeatedly drilled into us that “it’s not a real sport” by my dad, a die-hard rugby union man), and even correctly answered some questions on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire.

Fingers crossed tomorrow is even half as good.

Dinner was Greek-style chicken kebabs, from Tesco: I can’t tell you what was in the marinade, because I forgot to look before throwing the box away, but it was very OK. I once again miscalculated the quantity of salad we needed, so we had some veg instead, and some Lebanese flatbread that is similar to a giant pitta and very tasty.

For dessert I made a ginger cake, from a Wrights packet mix, with the addition of chopped peach slices and the juice from the tin replacing some of the water. I thought it was delicious, and happily finished mum’s slice when she realised she’d served herself too much.

Tomorrow I must start on the 40+ item to do list which largely got put to one side over the weekend. At least I won’t be bored, I guess.