A blissfully quiet and peaceful Saturday is coming to an end. I have a huge pot of Bolognese bubbling in the oven, infused with half a bottle or red wine. It smells divine and I know we'll have at least one dinner planned for next week. I am craving real food. I can honestly say I have not eaten a proper meal since Monday, when I had a poorly tummy. I can't entirely blame the poorly tummy for Tuesday to Friday. It was a week of long days at work and additional commitments such as parent night, book group and an outreach activity for school kids. The good news is that orphan ingredients have been used up to create weird and (not so wonderful) meals for the youngest ones. The fridge got a good scrubbing before being filled up again.
Richard and Annie are away visiting family in England. Sammy is out celebrating his last weekend as a minor. I doubt he'll be out very long, he looked rather exhausted after a night coding something on Python, which his a coding language I think. Sammy wants to go for a birthday meal out tomorrow so that we won't cramp his style on Tuesday, when he will be 18. The provisional driving licence is ready for his first ever official pub outing and he can't wait to prove that he is allowed to order a beer.
I spent the morning walking Jack, sorting the laundry and writing a shopping list. The walk was lovely and I enjoyed my friend's company very much. She told me that she bumped into Sammy on the train, when she was travelling to or from town with her mother in law. I was so happy to hear that Sammy didn't pretend not to see them but sat with them and chatted all the way. He is good with the ladies. He'll steal the heart of any future mother in law, I am sure of that.
James, Alistair and I went for our messages and we now have fresh food for a few days. We also bought ingredients for Sammy's birthday cheese cake. They didn't completely drive me mad in the supermarket, which I call a success.
In the afternoon, the boys and I did what we each like most. James went out cycling with his friend, Alistair was binge watching Ninjago on the telly and I spent hours stitching beautiful neat lines on my hexagon quilt. I am using a purple disappearing marker pen to draw straight lines because I like my lines to be sharp. I listened to an entire week's worth of Woman's Hour programmes and also three weeks worth of The Inquiry. Both are BBC radio programmes that I really enjoy. It was the best afternoon I've had in weeks. I am full of creative energy and have plans to make some bits and pieces for various Christmas presents. I have the urge to make another v-stitch crochet blanket and have tentatively fingered my dwindling yarn stash.
Today, we ate like the kings. I made courgette fritters for lunch for myself and green soup for the boys from the freezer. This by the way is Annie's special green vegetable soup. I don't like it but everyone else does. Don't tell on me, please :-) For dinner I made chicken satay with coconut rice and two different salads. I can almost feel my guts get in gear with all the fibre and goodness not seen for days.
Now I am stretched out on the big sofa, which is usually Richard's preferred spot. I do rather enjoy it, the room feels different from this perspective. Shame there is nothing on the telly! Please forgive the boring post, but boring is good sometimes and I am utterly relaxed and quite content. Have a lovely Sunday. xx
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