Hoisin sausage and veg stirfry with noodles

Today I made another of my intermittent, good faith attempts at updating the details on my car’s registration documents, so I can sell it before it disintegrates into a pile of rusty metal shards.

Once again, I discovered that the only way the DVLA provides to update your car ownership documents, in these days of talking billboards and artificial intelligences so real that people fall in love with them, is to go in person to the Post Office and fill in a form by hand. That form then has to be posted to the DVLA, along with a cheque (who has a chequebook these days?!), for processing within four to six weeks.

I can only assume that said processing is done by people using ink wells and quills, in an office lit by candles.

That idea abandoned for the time being, I… I can’t remember, tbh. I arranged a visit to the other big cat rehoming centre¹ for next week, but that couldn’t have taken up the whole afternoon. I think I’m so anhedonic (is that even a word?) atm that nothing is sticking in my mind.

This evening I turned leftover sausages and leftover veg into a stirfry, poured in a generous splosh of hoisin sauce, and served it with boiled noodles. I followed it with some of mum’s coffee ice cream, which I’m allowed as it’s the one that mum left out until it completely melted, and I then put it back in the freezer. It’s given it a crunchy, slippery, slightly chewy texture that I like very much: it’s like a grown-up version of the Mini Milk lollies I loved as a kid.

(Mum also had coffee ice cream, after a brief complaint that there was “nothing nice to eat”. I decided not to remind mum that she told me, when I did the last grocery order, that I shouldn’t order any more sweet things as we had enough already. That’s a discussion that really is just too difficult.)

1. By which I mean the charity is big, not that the cats are. We’re adopting a cat, not a lion. ↩︎