Chipolatas, cheese and onion croquettes, mixed veg

I’ve been feeling very meh today: not depressed as such, just totally lacking in energy, motivation, and enthusiasm for absolutely anything. Even our last medal of this Winter Olympics, in a sport I usually quite enjoy (halfpipe), failed to stir me into the action necessary to turn my laptop on.

It was my laptop not the tv as mum was in bed with a headache that prevented her going to church. Said headache has lingered all day, punctuated by frequent expressions of hope that “they” will be able to do something about it at her GP appointment on Wednesday. I hope so too, as I’ve been finding myself more irritable than normal when responding to mum telling me she has a headache for the dozenth time this hour.

Tomorrow I have an appointment with the social prescriber which has, naturally, sent mum into a tizzy of anxiety: where am I going? Who am I meeting? How long will I be out? When am I going out? Am I “throwing her away”? Will I be doing something fun with my ‘boyfriend’?

I responded to that last one a bit more snappishly than it probably merited, both because of her implication that I was leaving her for someone else, and because I know his wife. (And she’s honestly more my type anyway. 😉)

I should note that mum won’t be alone for a moment, as our much-loved cleaner Lil will be here the whole time I’m out. Or at least I hope she will be, as I’ve just realised that I’m not sure if I’ve asked if she’s OK to do it. (She has said several times that she doesn’t mind doing it at some point, but I don’t know if I’ve checked that she’s OK doing it now.)

I did manage to do not one but two cat applications: one for a young orange female¹, and one for an older grey male, at two different rescue shelters. Hopefully one of them, or another one or two, will soon be a new recurring character on this blog. Mum keeps saying “we’re getting a new animal! It’s so exciting!”, which is sweet enough to almost override the vague irritation that has otherwise characterised my mood all day.

I couldn’t even be bothered to cook the lamb curry I was intending to make, after mum saw someone making one on television last week and said “I could eat that”. You all know that I’m feeling off-colour when I don’t want to cook.

Instead I shoved some chipolatas and some potato croquettes on a baking tray, microwaved some mixed veg, and that had to do. It was fine, although I was once again shocked by how much cabbage cooks down, from a big bowlful to just a few spoonfuls each.

And with that, as always, goodnight, and I hope I’m in a better mood tomorrow.

1. The shelter insists she’s ‘apricot’, but I know an orange cat when I see one! ↩︎