Quorn keema curry and rice

Today has been one of those days in every respect.

I got myself a yoghurt for breakfast, took one spoonful, and discovered it was warm. The fridge has officially joined the Great Appliance Rebellion.

The washing machine repairman said he would be here “late morning”, but the morning went, as did the early afternoon, and most of the mid afternoon. He finally got here, pulled out the washing machine and unplugged it, plugged it back in, and it worked. 🤷‍♂️

He said he felt a bit bad charging me when he wasn’t sure how he had fixed the washing machine, so he had a look at the fridge. That just confirmed that, yep, it’s dead. 💀

I moved all the yoghurts from the top of the fridge, where it’s obviously warmer (because, as the repairman solemnly informed me, heat rises so it’s hotter at the top of the fridge), and will just have to hope they’re still OK.

Mum has been in complain-y mode all day: her head hurt, her back hurt, it was so windy, couldn’t I see about getting the window fixed so it doesn’t make “whoooo” noises when the wind blows?

I’m not saying that mum is an inveterate complainer, but she at one point told me that there are “too many bank holidays”. I mean, what do you even say to that?

(My AI 💎 suggested telling her “I’ll write a strongly-worded complaint to the King”, which is tempting but probably ill-advised.)

Somehow I mostly kept my temper until the end of the day, when I went to cook a Thai mince dish, from a Simply Cook kit, and found that I had apparently already used it. After a bit of faffing – my decision centres having burned out – I decided on a keema curry kit instead.

I burned the onions, tried to compensate by using extra sugar, and made it too sweet. I used cherry tomatoes instead of a tin of chopped tomatoes, had to add extra water to stop it being dry, and turned it into soup. I tried to boil off the extra water, and overcooked the veg.

Mum gave it a good effort, but even her drug-enhanced appetite couldn’t redeem this. I finished my portion, but didn’t argue when mum proposed throwing the leftovers away.

Now mum is on coffee ice cream, and I’m going to go and find something equally redemptive. I really hope tomorrow turns out to be a better day.