Piri piri chicken wraps

Today has mostly been about reassuring mum about tomorrow’s hospital appointment, over and over and over again.

One point on which she needs frequent reassurance is that I’m not going to run away and abandon her. In vain have I reminded her that I can’t run anywhere, even if I wanted to, that I wouldn’t be living here if I intended to abandon her, and that it’s rather hurtful for her to imply that I care for her that little.

Still it went on, and still it goes on. I can’t wait for the appointment to be over, so at least mum can go on to worrying about something else.

With all that, I didn’t get a great deal else done today. Dinner was uninspiring, too: the ‘piri piri’ spice mix I used had so little flavour and spice that even mum declared it “a bit nothing”. Afterwards I offered mum one of the cupboard-stable sponge puddings that she adored last cold season, and she got herself some chocolate instead. Oh well, I enjoyed mine, drenched in custard and hurt feelings. Not that mum noticed, of course.

Now it’s Strictly (again – does it have to be on every day?), and trying to remember whether mum has had her evening tablets or if that was yesterday. Much of the time I’m genuinely unsure if I’m experiencing déjà vu or if it’s just that every day is the same.