Pasta and sauce

Today it finally rained, and rained, rained some more. The wind gusted and “whooo”ed around the house, and threw the rain against the windows.

Mum’s back continues to trouble her, and I made the mistake of reminding her that she has an appointment with a muscular pain specialist next week. I intended it as comfort, that the end of her pain is in sight, but it instead sent her into a panic. She knew there was no cause for her chest-tightening anxiety, but anxiety has no interest in causes: it just happens without any reason (or so it has always seemed to me when I have problems with it).

I completed one of the forms that the DWP have sent me in place of giving me any money. Then I sent them a message asking where I’m supposed to send it back to, as the badly-printed form hasn’t been completed at the points where DWP staff are supposed to complete things, and the promised addressed return envelope wasn’t there.

We had groceries delivered by a soggy but still cheerful delivery driver, and sadly we did have room in the freezer for all the ice cream so I didn’t get to eat more than was wise out of necessity.

With freezers, cupboards, and fridge all full of food, I had choices galore, so naturally ended up boiling pasta, adding jarred sauce, and caring it dinner. It was fine, naturally, but very boring so I didn’t bother with a photo. Have one of one of mum’s many owls instead.

It hasn’t been a terribly eventful day, and so it’s not a terribly eventful post. Sorry.