Roasted Mediterranean veg and garlic butter potatoes

Today has been a day of irritations small and large. (Mostly small, tbh.)

Mum was planning to go to the usual post-church lunch today, which predictably sent her into anxiety mode from the early hours of the morning. I will confess that, the fourth or fifth time she woke me up, I pretended to be asleep even though I wasn’t.

Then, once I was up and dressed – rather earlier than I would have preferred for a Sunday, if I’m honest – she decided she was going to go back to sleep. Because of course she did.

Then her head hurt so she wasn’t going, then she was going, then her stomach hurt so she wasn’t going, then she was, then what did I think? Whatever answer I gave was wrong, so I stopped answering. That was wrong, too.

Mum did go in the end, and I settled down to finish my book and make a start on the last one in the series. Except there is no last one in the series: book three ends on a cliffhanger then, for whatever reason, the author has never written the final installment. So frustrating!

Then mum got home, and complained that I hadn’t yet arranged to get the front hedge cut back. My explanation that I had been putting it off until she felt better just gained me a “well, am I better enough now?” The company I contacted for a quote is coming out to have a look at the size of the job tomorrow morning. I expect I’ll get complaints about that tomorrow, too.

Finally it was time to cook dinner, and I wanted to use the microwave to pre-cook the potatoes before putting them in the oven. But the microwave decided it would only cook in 1 minute increments, so I had to sit over it, turning it back on every time it beeped its “I’m done” signal.

Dinner was really very ordinary for me, but mum seemed to enjoy it. I will shortly be retreating to my bedroom to avoid the onset of Sequin TV, aka Strictly Come Dancing, which is on every night of the week for the rest of the year. I must keep in mind that it makes mum happy, even if I find it a frustration.