Today has been a complete write-off. I had a lie in, got up very slowly and he did nothing. It reminds me of the days (was it only three months ago?) when I had cellulitis and covid one after the other. I’m going to test myself later, and hope that I don’t have covid again. It seems that you can catch the new Omicron variant even after having the Delta form, which was the main one when I had it last.
It’s strange how quickly things become established as “normal”. Three years ago there was no covid, no variants and no testing. Now it’s firmly established as one of the top topics of conversation. The weather still dominates, but I’m not sure where I would place covid, politics and global warming. I suspect covid is in the second spot with the other two lagging behind.
I watched a TV programme about a Farmers’ Market in Somerset once I started taking an interest in the day. Then I cut the swede (rutabaga) for tonight’s vegetable stew. When things get tough we revert to comfort food. Julia is feeling under the weather too, so it has been a subdued day. Swedes are hard work and it requires a man and a large knife to cut one. It does in our house anyway, I’m sure there are lots of homes where tricky veg are not seen as a man’s job.
On the other side of the coin, I’m hopeless at dumplings, so rely on Julia to make them when we have vegetable stew, so it all works out.
And that, as I sneak past the 250 word mark, is enough. I am feeling tired again and need to rest. Pathetic, isn’t it?
The picture is a reminder that things will get brighter.
I am sorry you and Julia feel ill again, and I hope you two feel better soon. Rick usually makes a simple soup on days like the one you are having. His soups are quite restorative.
Thank you. We are better and, as Julia just turned yesterday’s stew into soup we are crammed with vitamins.
This is our life. Proceed accordingly
I am sorry you are both unwell again. I’m not sure there are any man’s jobs in our household.
There shouldn’t be in ours but she likes to let me take the tops off jars and stuff while she runs the place. 🙂
That photo is wonderful. Hoping you both get a great night’s sleep and are feeling 100% tomorrow.
Definitely feeling a lot better. Julia just turned last night’s stew into soup so we are brimming with vitamins. 🙂
A swede is a tough challenge, I agree. We have several lying about the garden uneaten as a result of unwillingness to risk life and/or fingers by cutting them up.
Now that I’m literally losing my grip I’m more worried about fingers too. In the end I lodged the knife in it the turned it upside down and knocked the knife in by hitting it on the bread board. Moved it round a bit and did it again . . .
Eventually I weakened it enough to get a slice off. Fortunately I have one of those santoku knives from when I used to cook more seriously. I’m not sure another knife would have stood up to that treatment.
It all sounds very adventurous.
In later life my grandfather administered a severe injury on his thumb whilst chopping firewood, and on another visit we called to find my grandmother standing in the kitchen sink to change a lightbulb. Asdventure is in my DNA! 🙂
Not too bad a day, you wrote 213 more words than me. I hope you haven’t got it again! And there are times when you need a ‘none’ day. I must say though I do have some empathy for the Swede, was he bothering you? 😉 Things generally get brighter, unless you had a party in Lockdown lol
Your words were probably better. I have stalled in my reading endeavours this year – but will be back to you with a book review soon. 🙂
The Swede nearly beat me. It was very large and dense (rather like me) and took some cutting. They last better as whole veg, but the ready cubed ones are a lot more convenient. 🙂
Large and dense like you. LOL I’m howling. <3
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Yeah, I do him in half’s. Stick the point of the knife into the middle and go one way then repeat on the other side. Tough buggers! 😂