Lunch is hot-smoked salmon on a slice of bread, with some olives and a glass of white wine. I did have poached egg for breakfast and I’m considering using some of the tomato crop that’s over-ripening in the greenhouse and garden to make soup for dinner, but I’ll probably not bother and investigate the fridge or freezer. But anyway, I managed to get things done, to a limited extent, this morning.
I haven’t finished the stuff for the funeral directors but that’s not necessary until later. I’ll do it this afternoon. I didn’t sleep much – early to bed, I guess I was asleep by 10.30 and I was certainly awake soon after midnight, for hours. I went downstairs for a cup of tea – tisane, I suppose: turmeric, ginger and lemongrass, which is very nice – at around 4 and then slept for a couple more hours. It took me a long time to start dealing with anything much once I got up.
Pillock and Plank are still roaming free. I don’t know if there are any eggs, I’m not really bothered about looking. I’m marginally fonder of Pillock and he of me, I can certainly get closer to him than the very pretty white hen who longs to be back with the flock but won’t do anything to make that happen.
I bought a loaf in Lidl the other day, which is at the end of Tim’s road, but which he never used. I didn’t want to drive anywhere and I like to use the nearest shop. The loaf is okay, but not as good as the ones I bake. But I absolutely don’t want to make bread at present. I got the sourdough starter out of the fridge and left it to warm up a bit and fetched all the different flours for my usual multi-grain, multi-seed loaf.
I put them back. I couldn’t contemplate making bread. And I whinged a bit on Facebook. I find that a bit of self-pity does wonders because it makes me despise myself. Ten minutes later, I went to the kitchen again and half an hour after that, I’d got two loaves proving and I’d fed the starter. I don’t have to feel the joy to just get on and do it. I’ll be glad later. Or tomorrow in the case of the sourdough, which I stretch every hour or two, put in the fridge overnight, warm up and shape and then leave to rise all morning. Its relaxed slowness is its appeal.