I’m home. Southampton is even quicker to get to than Brighton, believe it or not. Yeah it’s also where the Rotterdam cast got egged outside the theatre for “They’re not normal”, so in many ways the extra half hour is worth it to get to Brighton. “Someone’s car got keyed in our street but they’re an out there drag queen”. “But…” 😦
But … It was a glorious stay. Man things, manfully manned. I’m often very metro in my social habits. But there’s a geek deep down that occasionally likes to come and take things that aren’t serious seriously.
I’m glad it was quick home to my little refuge in Chelsea. Being in my warm flat suddenly started feeling like a very good idea as the wind and weather closed in. We were originally planning to have a morning game session but the coterie was disbanded and I thought it best not to outstay my welcome.
I stopped at Tesco once back in town and bought one of those chickens they can sell cradle to grave for £3.50. You can feed a lot of people out of that screaming horror. I allowed it today. There have been many times I’ve gone and found something freerange for three times that amount or more and felt better about myself. Today my thinking was not well sharpened. I got the bird. And broccoli. And asparagus. And taters. And then I could just go home, be thoughtless, shove it in the oven.
Poor creature was so ill kept the process of cooking split it in two. Still I made much food from it and shared it, stripped the thing of meat, fed it to the flatmates and myself. Sunday roast. Brian even put some Yorkshire puddings in the air fryer. Frozen but ready in minutes. I need to learn how to make them from scratch, those gravy sponges. Surely as easy as a bit of batter and some hot oil. They weren’t necessary for a complete roast in my childhood household, so I still consider them to be luxuries.
Meanwhile Lou is in Essaouira, with sun and wind, playing the adventure card I can’t play right now. I’m enjoying her photos and continuing to be pedestrianAl in London.
It’s just gone 8 and once again sleep seems like the priority. It’s the cold… Can’t wait for spring now.
AlBarclay 