Pasta with aubergine and tomato sauce

Just a thought, but wouldn’t it be nice if people came with error codes, like computers? It would make life considerably easier if I could look up the code for mum’s health problems (and mine, for that matter) and then just have to find a solution.

By which you might correctly deduce that mum has been feeling quite unwell again today, and I’m really not sure why. Half a dozen mouthfuls of ice cream yesterday couldn’t have done that much damage, surely?

After a nap she felt a bit better, and was around in time to see one of those downpours that looks less like rain and more like someone upended a lake over the house. It was serious rain.

Dinner was accidentally vegan: chopped aubergine fried in a generous splash of oil, and tin of tomatoes, chopped garlic, and a bit of seasoning simmered for half an hour or so to let all the ingredients get to know each other. A couple of teaspoons of sugar rounded things out nicely.

It would have been better still with some parmesan grated over it, but I can’t really tell mum she can’t have dairy then eat cheese in front of her. Not that we had any parmesan in the fridge anyway.

Tomorrow I’m going out early (well, early by my current standards) to meet with the local social prescriber to discuss things happening in the area that I could go to. I’m trying to ignore the little voice at the back of my mind telling me that what it would really like isn’t something new to do, but a couple of days of undisturbed sleep.

Someday, little voice, someday.