What happened to the afternoon? Was it that second glass of wine? Was it the soporific effect of the lettuce? Or the rain at the window?
I slept. First, I slept for about twenty minutes. That is a nap. That is fine.
Then I slept again for a full hour. At the end, I had one of those vivid, pre-waking dreams – never mind what it was about, other people’s dreams are boring – but in it my eyesight was really blurred and I woke up and my sight was blurry and I was alarmed. Not very alarmed, not like the time I went to bed with my contact lenses in and one didn’t reappear all day, but I sat there recovering for a while. Tilly, who normally starts to remind me politely of her dinner in good time, just in case I forget to feed her, stayed, considerately, in her armchair, not wishing to bother me.
Anyway, the Sage is just off to the chippie as I can’t be bothered to cook. Fish and chips would just fit the spot tonight. I can’t remember the last time I had fish and chips. Mm.
I’m not a mushy peas girl though. I only tried them once and, hm, well, there wasn’t exactly anything to dislike, but I didn’t feel inclined to bother again. I don’t normally add vinegar, either – oh, by the way, Dilly adds vinegar to sprouts! It is a family tradition (well, some deck the halls with boughs of holly…). It tastes all right, but doesn’t exactly add to the experience. Sometimes ketchup, but the only place I actually find ketchup (tomato sauce, if you prefer) indispensable is on shepherd’s pie, which is not at all the same without it. Or I might make up some tartare sauce. I always have capers and mayo and stuff in the fridge. Yes. That’s what I’ll do.
He’ll be back in a few minutes. I’m quite hungry now. I didn’t have a cup of tea, either, this afternoon, as I was asleep. Maybe another glass of wine? Got to keep up that fluid intake.