Homemade cheese and onion pie with salad

Two quotes from mum to sum up today:

“If my church friends really like me so much, you would think some of them might have bothered to contact me.”

There’s really no way to argue with that, when at the end of every long day I find myself thinking much the same thing.

And then, when I told mum that one of this week’s medical appointments is to discuss the anxiety which has now seen paramedics visit three times, and on one of those occasions take mum to hospital as she had made herself so unwell with panic:

“Oh. I had no idea it was that bad. Why didn’t anyone tell me it was so bad?”

As we’re currently back on the topic of the first of the week’s medical appointments, the house having heard few other topics today (except for a couple of hours in the single digits this morning when the sole topic was that mum’s back really hurt¹), I don’t feel there’s much sensible response to that.

This afternoon I made a pie. It was parboiled new potatoes, fried onions, seasoning, and loads of cubed mature cheddar, covered in pastry (admittedly shop bought, as I don’t have the hand strength now to make and roll my own).

It wasn’t the best pie I’ve ever made – the cheap cheese went a bit rubbery when cooked – but the flavour was good, and there’s lots left over for the freezer.

That’s it for today. There was a lot more of today, but it mostly consisted of me biting my tongue and looking dreamily at the hotel I am half planning, half dreaming of going to in the autumn. I’ll hold that in my head over the next few days, when I think I will need something to hold on to.

1. Actually, there’s another quote: while I was preparing dinner, mum walked into the kitchen and, very seriously, asked if she could tell me something, and that something was “I think I’ve hurt my back”. I didn’t have much response to that, either. ↩︎