Roasted Mediterranean veg and potatoes

I said yesterday that we had supermarket chicken pie for dinner. What I didn’t mention was that I didn’t think it tasted right, but mum was eating hers seemingly quite happily, so I finished my portion too.

And that, I suspect, is why mum and I have both had stomach aches and alternated in running to the loo. 😬

Sadly the box is at the bottom of the recycling bin so I don’t have the information necessary to inform Tesco that their pie apparently gave us a mild dose of food poisoning.

This afternoon, one of mum’s friends surprised her with an invitation to go out for a walk. Mum invited me to accompany them – I reminded her that I can’t walk very far, and she said “well, I thought I’d ask”. It reminded me of my late sister offering me a cigarette every time she lit one: she knew I didn’t smoke and never had, but always said it felt rude not to ask.

The friend arrived armed with a fully loaded border collie, who exploded through the front door to whine and wiggle backwards and forwards between me and mum, unable to decide who she wanted to pet her first. Even me telling her off for trying to climb up on the kitchen counter (does she think she’s a cat?) didn’t curb her excitement.

In the peaceful 90 minutes or so they were out, I read some of my book and enjoyed the silence, until the post arrived and I opened a letter copied to me by my consultant, asking him to take me on as a patient as she feels there’s nothing more she can do for me. Maybe because I’m so tired today, but the knowledge that the specialist has already run out of things to help me made me a little tearful.

But then mum came home and dinner needed cooking¹, and mum needed to play music videos throughout the one programme in the day I actually wanted to watch, and now it’s verging on time for bed.

I’ll see you all tomorrow, as usual.

1. Using the highly complex method of mixing some tinned potatoes and a tray of veg together, pouring the lot onto a baking tray, and sticking it in the oven until cooked. Mum actually asked for seconds, which was a shame as we had already eaten it all. ↩︎