Panfried tuna steaks with roasted baby potatoes, Mediterranean veg, and lemon cream sauce

Please excuse me if this post is a little fragmented: something irritated my throat earlier and I’ve been coughing (and coughing, and coughing some more) ever since. (On and off, obviously, not coughing non-stop all that time.)

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Today I was accompanying mum to a GP appointment and I needed to be at the top of my game, so of course I woke up in the early hours with gallbladder pain. Eventually it wore off (with a bit of help from one of mum’s cocodamol tablets, if I’m honest), but only as mum was deciding to get up and start the day.

After lunch we went to the GP surgery, and saw a lovely doctor who goes by his first name as, I’m guessing, he doesn’t think people like mum could manage his surname. (Which is African, as is he, although my tin-ear for accents means I couldn’t tell you exactly where in Africa. I appreciate that’s pretty poor, not being able to distinguish between accents from different parts of an entire continent!)

He thinks mum’s headaches may be migraines: mum has had occasional migraines all her life, but these headaches don’t have the same ‘presentation’, as I believe the medical terminology goes. He’s increased the dosage of the tablets mum takes to prevent headaches, so 🤞 that makes a big difference.

In other news: I undertook my first wildlife rescue of the year, catching and releasing a queen wasp who had made her way into the kitchen.

Around the same time, mum suddenly and urgently called me over, to ask if I had started making plans for Christmas yet. Sadly February is a little too early even for me to start planning for Christmas, although I am starting to think about mum’s birthday next month, which I think is what was at the back of her mind as needing action.

Her birthday meal will be not dissimilar to tonight’s dinner, although with lamb in place of the tuna steaks I cooked tonight in the hope of finding something else mum will eat. Tuna isn’t it, as mum wasn’t overly keen on it.

To be fair, it was a little overcooked and dry as mum decided to go and change her clothes at literally the exact moment I called her to say dinner was ready. This is so common a habit for mum that, by now, it’s really on me to announce dinner five minutes before it’s ready so mum has time to change her clothes, go to the loo, count the stars, and / or whatever else suddenly occurs to her as dinner time approaches.

Tomorrow we’re off to see some cats, which mum and I are both really looking forward to. Apologies in advance if most of tomorrow’s post is about just how adorable every single cat was.

I just hope this cough will have gone its own way by then as, atm, it’s extremely annoying. 🤧