BBQ pork belly, chips, salad; passionfruit and raspberry cheesecake

Here is today’s forecast (technically a pastcast as I’m reporting on what’s already happened, but go along with the bit, please).

Attempts at a quiet early morning downpour (🚽) will be interrupted by requests for pain relief and questions about tomorrow’s medical appointment¹.

By late morning, maternal depression will set in, resulting in guilty enjoyment of the silence as mum returns to bed for several hours.

The afternoon will see a brief stormy exchange of opinions (on the subject of whether mum has anxiety, during which she’s almost hyperventilating at the thought of having to leave the house tomorrow), followed by outbreaks of tears and self-recrimination. A brief period of clarity of thought and understanding will follow, but will sadly pass very quickly.

Tomorrow’s outlook is further outbreaks of tears, accompanied by an initial unwillingness to attend the scheduled appointment which will turn to a sunny “that was easy” by the afternoon. Unexpected thuds, as of a palm repeatedly meeting a face, may be heard from the direction of an exasperated blogger.

[Dinner was sweet chilli chicken for mum, BBQ pork belly for me, both accompanied by chips and salad. Mum had coffee ice cream for dessert; I had a slice of cheesecake which was nice but – sorry Tesco – nowhere near as good as the ones you can get from Iceland for less than half the price.]

Thank you for joining me for this forecast. I hope you have a peaceful night, and I’ll see you at the same time tomorrow. Goodnight.

1. At the end of yesterday’s post I said mum had forgotten about it: I guess at some point during the night she un-forgot. ↩︎