Sweet chilli chicken, potato gratin, roasted Mediterranean veg; apple and custard turnover with ice cream

Run, little dinosaur, run…

Sorry, was watching Walking With Dinosaurs, and got a little distracted by the fate of a CGI triceratops. Sadly I will never know its fate¹ as I have already had my choice of tv fayre today (Toy Story 4, which to my shame I had never previously seen), so tonight mum gets to watch Catchphrase.

On a related topic, I have come to suspect that the reason mum dislikes films so much – apart from the fact that she has no interest in fiction generally – is that my attention is on the film rather than on her. After the fourth or fifth time her attempt to get my attention was met with a “hmm… sorry?”, she demonstratively gave up and sought her own entertainment on YouTube. Played at full volume so I couldn’t hear the film, naturally. (It really is like having a small, annoying child around at times.)

Ooh, ooh, I think I know this one!

Before all that, as I suspected mum didn’t go to church this morning, and indeed refused to get out of bed when her friend arrived to pick her up. Said friend later returned to have a cup of tea with mum (giving me an entire 30 minutes or so of not being on carer duty, even if the size of the house meant none of us had any actual privacy), but before that mum and I had a conversation that went roughly like:

“Where are they, I can’t believe I’ve lost them, they must be here somewhere!”

“What have you lost, mum?”

“My glasses.”

“They’re in your handbag. You put them there last night ready to take them to church today.”

(With audible disgust) “Why would they be there?”

I put down my book and get up, then

“Nevermind, I’ve found them. They were in my bag. I put them there last night ready to take to church today.”

🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️

Dinner tonight was one of my beloved traybakes, all prepared stuff from Iceland shoved on a tray together to cook (and cook, and cook, and cook, as the chicken took approximately twice as long to cook as the bag stated).

It got a “delicious!” from mum, as did the turnovers (also from Iceland), so that was good. I was less impressed with my turnover, which tried to unalive me when, to paraphrase a book I read recently, I inhaled something I meant to ingest. I’m still coughing now.

Cough, cough, cough…

And on that note: I’ll see y’all tomorrow.

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1. Beyond being tens of millions of years dead, or at least it would have been if it was real. ↩︎