Fish strips, chips, salad

(Don’t worry, you haven’t missed a day: I was too tired today to cook the meal I had planned, so I swapped things around and had tomorrow’s fish and chips today.)

Today has been a nothing sort of day: mum has been feeling unwell, and I’ve been feeling tired, so not much has got done. I rescheduled the GP appointment I was meant to have tomorrow morning, as I had planned it around the community bus timetable but failed to realise the first one doesn’t run until 10am, 15 minutes after my appointment time. That I am also running on a serious spoon deficit, and don’t at all want to get up in time to make a 9.45 appointment tomorrow, was a side benefit.

For dinner this evening, I needed the chips from the freezer in the adjoining garage. I went and got one of my crutches, and a baking tray, and headed into the garage. I looked through the three drawers I could open, but found no chips. I asked mum to go and get a knife (“What kind of knife?” “Just an ordinary one.” “What kind?” “The kind you eat with.” “What was I looking for again?”) so I could prise open the icy top drawer.

I got it open, dug through it, still no chips.

I went back through the other three drawers, and finally found the chips at the back of a drawer, where I couldn’t get them out without taking everything else out first. So I took everything else out, finally dragged out the bag of chips, and poured half its contents onto the baking tray. I put several handfuls back in the bag, then realised my hands were too greasy to refasten the bag or get everything back in the drawer.

Thankfully, mum was there and sharp enough to send me back to the kitchen while she finished in the garage, before I and the chips ended up on the floor.

After dinner, the long-awaited storm clouds rolled in, and it got darker, and darker, and darker. I decided to test the camera on my phone, and I’m very pleased by the results.

I imagine there will be lots of photos online already of the lightning from that storm – my favourite storm tracking website showed 55 strikes a minute over West Wight at the height of the storm – but we barely saw any: the storm went north and south of us, while we sat in the middle. We did get a proper downpour, though, which I’m sure the plants will be grateful for. The sheep I could hear bleating through the thunder may have been less pleased.

So that’s that, again. (Oh, and I also made my trusty banana cake with some very brown bananas, although there was no saving the furry, semi-liquid strawberries in the punnet mum bought on Monday then didn’t fancy eating until it was too late.)

Have a good rest of your day, everyone.