annanotbob's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - And then suddenly the house is full of noise and people, clothes strewn along the hall, music blaring, phones ringing. Nice. I hope that that aspect of my ludicrous insecurity will calm down now - the kids may have moved, but I'm not likely to go for long without seeing them and they're not little angels bringing nothing but sweetness and joy anyway, so get over yourself, woman. I did manage to get to a supermarket today and actually stayed long enough to buy some food, despite feeling like I was locked inside a giant echo-ridden kaleidoscope. Too much noise and movement and colour. I didn't drive, but fuck it, I shopped. And cooked a very edible comfort dinner for me and Sara. Tricolore salad to start (tomato, mozzarella and avocado, sliced and drizzled with oil, vinegar and fresh basil) then ribeye steak with rocket salad and dauphinoise potatoes. Potatoes bought, from Sains, and nowhere near as nice as those from Tesc. They never cook properly when I try and make them - this is not the sort of complaint I should make when Stepfie is in Turkey - I bet she knows the answer. |12:50 a.m. - 25/10/2009 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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