Last night didn’t quite go as planned, in that, having set the alarm for 5 a.m. and switched off the light about 12.40, we didn’t sleep. Initially, the reason was that the Sage put his arms round me, and a choice between him and sleep is easy to make; however, later I couldn’t sleep at all. He dozed fitfully, but I didn’t. I finally got up, made and ate porridge, cleaned the kitchen, sat and stared at the computer for a while and went to help Al around quarter to 6.
I left to help decorate the church 4 hours later and shambled wearily home after 1.30. I wanted something hot and sustaining to eat, but couldn’t face the cooking…I made another bowl of porridge.
Al confesses he might be flagging a bit later this afternoon, so I’ve said I’ll go in and help close the shop.
I discovered that two of the carols I’m playing tomorrow are really quite tricky. I may have to resort to the clarinet for one of them.
Porridge is good. Every oat flake a mini cholesterol hoover.
I hope there was no fighting over the sprouts…
Sustaining, porridge. I wonder what I’ll have for dinner?
Minor skirmishing among the sprout stalks, but it didn’t amount to a duel.
Porridge is oatmeal right? Comfort food and very good for you.
Yes – why is everywhere (including supermarkets) selling sprouts on stalks this year?
I haven’t been in one, I didn’t realise – though one of Al’s wholesalers rang a few weeks ago to say they were in stock. Al gets them from a local market gardener – he sells hundreds.
Do you know how much the supermarkets charge? š