King prawn gyoza, stirfried [caramelised] veg

In the early hours of this morning I was woken by a full bladder. I crept as quietly as I could to the bathroom, did the necessary, crept back to my bedroom, climbed back into bed and pulled my blanket over me, congratulating myself on doing it all without waking mum.

Then, from mum’s bedroom came a call of “I don’t want to go to church”. I threw off my blanket and heard something hit the floor, knocked off my bedside table by the flying corner of the blanket.

I swung my legs out of bed, put my feet on the floor, and there was a sad little crunch as I trod on my treasured angel, a gift from my BIL on the day of dad’s funeral, “to watch over you while I can’t”. It shattered into so many pieces I don’t think even the magicians at The Repair Shop could put it back together.

Mum said “I’m sorry. I’m still not going to church, though”. As there wasn’t much I could say to that, I went back to sleep, hoping things would be better when I woke up again.

It’s no great spoiler to say that things weren’t better, so I spent most of the day hiding in a book, where all disastrous breakages were purely fictional.

This evening I was going to cook one of mum’s favourites, sweet chilli chicken with roasted veg, but having spent my day in a fictional world I forgot to take the chicken out to defrost. So instead I was going to do Korean-style grains with stirfried veg, but I couldn’t find the bag of grains in the freezer.

We finally ended up with stirfried veg, which I burnt, with Itsu brand king prawn gyoza which were OK but a bit softer than they should have been as I, somewhat ironically, undercooked them.

Mum said tomorrow will be better, and I sincerely hope she’s right but note that I have a doctor’s appointment booked for tomorrow morning at the exact same time as a weather warning has been issued for the south coast.

I’ll see y’all tomorrow, as long as I don’t get concussed in a hail storm, anyway.