Cheese and veg kebabs, potato and cheese croquettes, salad

I have spent much of today being harassed by a small fly which wants to be my friend oh so very much. I don’t kill insects (except mosquitoes that are intent on biting me), preferring to gently encourage them back outside. Mum does kill insects. Neither of us managed to persuade this damn fly to stop pestering me: it’s not around atm, but I’m sure it will be back very soon.

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Mum has spent much of her day feeling deeply unwell and very down. This has led to conversations like the following:

“I don’t think I’ll be able to go to church tomorrow. What a shame.”

“You might feel much better tomorrow and be able to go after all.”

After half a dozen repetitions of the above, I gave up and instead replied, “yes, it would be a shame, wouldn’t it?”

To which I got an indignant, “why, don’t you want me to go?”

You just can’t win sometimes.

See also the receipt of a delivery of some much-needed coffee, to which mum responded (once the delivery person was safely out of earshot), “not more stuff! Where am I supposed to put it all?!”

With somewhat strained patience I reminded mum that I can’t go out easily so I have to order stuff to come to me, and got the classic non-apology of “well I’m sorry if I upset you”.

Dinner was potato and cheese croquettes, from Mash Direct, which I bought for me as mum doesn’t like that kind of thing. She wanted some so I cooked extra; she ate one and decided she doesn’t like that kind of thing. I also cooked some veg and cheese kebabs, which promptly fell off the skewers so I cooked them as loose veg and cubes of not-quite-halloumi. It was very nice.

Soon I will be retreating to bed, as I’ve been feeling exhausted to the point of vague detachment from reality. I will therefore end here, with just a brief nod to seriousness in sending all best wishes to everyone in Texas affected by the floods.