While restocking the shelves in the shop cooler, my eye was caught by some fine red chillies (this was not at all painful as I merely looked at them). I was seized, unexpectedly, by a great craving and brought one home. I chopped it, with a small red onion and a handful of parsley (suppose it should be coriander, but I didn’t have any), fried them and added eggs for an omelette for lunch. I did taste the chilli, to check just how eye-watering it was, and it was fairly gentle at the end. I knew, of course, that it would be hotter at the stalk and took the precaution of removing the seeds.
I was given a clue when my eyes started to twitch, and then I sneezed. And this was just from the vapour.
Ooh, that was a good omelette. Even my teeth feel hot. I am very happy. Now, I’m munching oatcakes to cool my mouth down. I wonder what I will do this afternoon. I could do the ironing. Or potter in the greenhouse (this is what I am most inclined to do, except that it’s a bit chilly and dull and I like sun, even when I’m indoors. I could curl up with a book and a good dog. I could work of course, but … well …
Coffee first. I drank no coffee yesterday, nor yet today. I must keep practising my vices, or else I will become sweet and lovely, and it’s far better to keep ’em all guessing.