Cuban chorizo pasta

Last night I dreamed I went to Surrey again. I ran around the back alleys that most definitely don’t exist in the little town I grew up in. Then I sat on the sofa to hug my dad and tell him everything that’s been happening to me and mum lately.

He told me “it will all be OK as long as you keep loving…” And then mum shouted from her bedroom to ask if I was awake (“I am now” 😠), and the end of dad’s wisdom was lost to me.

I don’t think it really was my dad – he has visited me before, but this just felt like a dream – but wisdom from my subconscious is still wisdom.

And so I tried to hold on to my love even as mum followed her “are you awake?” with “because I’m going back to sleep”.

While mum dozed, I ate breakfast then went online to order some spring bulbs. I may have got just a little carried away, and I’m not quite sure where or how I’m going to plant them all, but if I manage then we’re in for a very colourful spring.

Dinner was going to be prawn pasta, until I discovered we were missing one key ingredient: prawns. Instead I used some red onions, courgette, and chorizo, and threw in some soya cream, which in this context was practically indistinguishable from the real thing.

Mum, predictably, thought it was a bit too spicy, but ate it all anyway. There’s enough left over for me to have for lunch tomorrow while mum’s out having lunch with the church people.

Tonight mum’s watching Strictly (🥱) so I’m going to have an evening of Sims and chocolate. Maybe that’s what dad was going to tell me to keep loving. I’d like to imagine so.