Roast chicken, carrots and potatoes with glazed green beans

Another day where I’m so tired I could just cry.

Mum insists I wake her up for church on a Sunday, but almost always, by the time I’ve dragged myself out of bed, she’s up, dressed, and eating breakfast, rendering me unneeded.

Once I had waved her off, I had a couple of hours of peace which I used to finish my book (and I absolutely didn’t cry when one of the characters sacrificed himself, and his teammate who never managed to tell him she loved him back had to watch), then start a new one. (Not actually a new one – I’ve read it before, but I want to re-read it before starting the sequel which has just come out.)

Between the two, I came out of my room to find Suki sitting in the kitchen doorway. She gave me a friendly hiss hello (her trademark greeting, for reasons known only to cat-kind) and I managed to sit on the floor to snuggle with her. I even managed to get up again afterwards. (Which might be part of why I’m so tired, come to think of it.)

[Quick detour: last night I was lying on my bed, messing around on my phone, and looked up to find a tabby face peering around my bedroom door. That was the first time she has come into my room without great encouragement from me and mum. Every day is a small step closer to her being entirely comfortable with us.]

This afternoon our latest grocery order arrived, without mum’s favourite dark chocolate as they didn’t have any. Also without any fruit teabags, as I had failed to read mum’s mind and discover she was running low. She’ll just have to wait until next week for both.

Then time for dinner, with two chicken thighs roasted on a bed of baby potatoes and carrots in vegetable stock (no extra fat needed), and some green beans in soy sauce and honey, which mum greatly enjoyed. Midway through eating, Suki, who had been in hiding since our snuggle session this morning, miraculously appeared. She sat at our feet, licking her lips hopefully, before taking matters into her own paws and jumping up on the sofa to try and ‘encourage’ us to give her some chicken.

I had already decided I didn’t have much appetite so went into the kitchen to give her the rest of mine, chopped up on a plate. I tried several times to persuade Suki to come into the kitchen and get her chicken, but she just looked at me blankly.

It took me nearly 20 minutes, over several attempts, to coax her into the kitchen where – surprise! – a plate of chicken was waiting. Very briefly, before it became a plate empty of chicken.

Now I’m watching a favourite programme on tv… oh no, nvm, mum’s changed the channel. Suki has retreated back under her cupboard. My gallbladder is not exactly hurting, but definitely making me aware of its presence. My bed and book are calling. Soon I will answer that call.

Very soon. 📖 🛏 😴