Monday: Starting Slow

A slow start to the day. I stayed up again watching Glastonbury highlights - David Bowie (how I wish I could have seen him live!) and Ed Sheeran, though we gave up half way through his set because we were just too sleepy. I woke at a reasonable time, but spent a while in bed listening to podcasts before I got up. Once I did get moving, there were distractions. TG has to cook a healthy dessert for her catering course and had left deciding what to make until the last minute - it needs to be done tomorrow, and I had to make any changes to tomorrow's grocery order this morning. After some dithering she settled on a healthy version of carrot cake, served with dairy free yoghurt and orange slices instead of using frosting (cream cheese frosting doesn't work for the three of us who are either dairy free or hate cheese). Then H wanted sympathy for a nastily bruised arm. She managed to tip herself over the end of her bed last night and bashed herself in the process. The pornstar martinis she was drinking with her friends yesterday (handy to have a friend with bartending experience!) may have had something to do with it. On the other hand, she has sadly inherited my clumsiness and ability to fall over things, so it may not.

By the time carrot cake had been decided on, injury updates had been received, and morning smoothie made and drunk, it was after 10 before I finally got started on work. I worked for a couple of hours, took a long lunch break to exercise and eat lunch, then worked for another couple of hours this afternoon. No question writing work at the moment, so no incentive to get finished early. After I finished M and I went for a three mile walk. The weather was dry but windy, with the sort of clouds that looked as though it could rain anytime, regardless of the weather forecast insisted that no rain was likely. Nothing particularly exciting on our walk, apart from spotting some odd fungi and noticing that the crops in a couple of the fields we walk through regularly have grown considerably and are turning out to be corn - a relatively unusual crop here, where it is mostly wheat or barley, and occasionally rape (which has garish yellow flowers which smell horrid!).

A lazy evening, with ready meal dinners - unusual for us since lockdown, but H had been to Marks and Spencers last week and bought some vegan dirty fries and not-chicken kiev for the two of us (M & S vegan dirty fries are amazing!) and their giant filled yorkshire puddings for the other three. We watched an episode of The Chase and the second half of The Empire Strikes Back with the iconic "I am your father" scene.