Tuna cheese jacket potato with salad

The post title is the name of a song that was mentioned on television, and which mum is now walking around singing. By that you might be able to tell that today has been a good one: mum had a brief period of extreme anxiety when our grocery delivery was late, but she was able to recognise what was happening and that the anxiety wasn’t warranted. (Our groceries did turn up eventually of course, so mum is no longer terminally deprived of coffee ice cream.)

We also received the delivery of mum’s new streptocarpus, which I’m glad to say she really likes:

Aside from that, and a morning of seriously torrential downpours which have given way to a warm and sunny evening, there isn’t much to report for today.

Dinner for tonight was meant to be a homemade prawn curry, but it’s far too warm for me to stand over a steaming pot, so instead we had baked potatoes. They were cooked for an hour in the oven, 90 seconds in the microwave because they were still rock hard, then finally another 15 minutes in the oven to crisp the skins again.

I really must do baked potatoes more often: mum greeted the sight of them with “ooh, I love these!” and, despite it being a large potato, she finished every bit. I, meanwhile, was chasing an escapee radish across the floor, after an attempt to spike it with my fork sent it flying off, trailing salad cream behind it.

(It’s been one of those days, tbh. Earlier I finished brushing my teeth, put the toothbrush on the side of the wash basin, and scooped up a handful of water to rinse my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the toothbrush starting a roll in the direction of the floor, made a grab for it, and splashed the water across the bathroom. 🤦‍♂️)

So… that’s that. See you tomorrow.