Vegetable fried rice

It’s been another revoltingly, ridiculously soggy day on the Isle of Wight. It’s been so wet that I wasn’t at all surprised when mum brought in the day’s post and found it needed an hour or so on the heated clothes airer to dry before we could open the envelopes.

I wasn’t even particularly concerned that, when I stepped outside to check that the resulting puddle was caused by the soaked envelopes, water immediately started dripping on my head. And then I remembered that our front door is inside a porch and therefore, at least technically, indoors, where no rain should be.

So, yeah: we’ve got a leak somewhere and tomorrow I’ll need to find someone to locate and fix the problem. At least the water is confined to the porch atm, so we’re safe and dry, and regularly commenting “just listen to that rain!”, which is loud enough to be heard over mum’s favoured television volume (loud).

Otherwise today has been a rare decent day: mum has felt OK and not complained too much (by her standards, anyway), and we’ve actually enjoyed each other’s company for once. It does happen sometimes.

For dinner I made fried rice, which mum has previously greatly enjoyed but this time found too dry and drowned in her favourite salad dressing. Because there’s not enough liquid sloshing around in the world already.