Another relatively slow day today. I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather, compounded by the fact that the temperature done dropped again. Spring and its false promises. I cooked up one of those Old El Paso Fajita kits just now. They were one of the things we used to do, Max and I, when we were kids living with mum after the divorce. We had tins of ravioli, tins of pie and packets of processed ham, cheese and a toasty machine. And eggs. I still miss the toasty machine to be honest, you can shove all sorts of things between bread and close that thing for a while, and as long as there’s cheese in there it tastes aight.
This evening, El Paso, with Brian and Maddy. Flat meal, at the table no less.
Some things keep being available in Tesco generation to generation. Those kits are one of the things. Something like seven quid now and what do you get? Some spices, some tortillas and a shonky salsa. And inspiration. They cost too much but they take the thinking out. And that’s the headspace I was in. Chopchop cookcook eateat writewrite sleepsleep.
I’m now in my room, just switched the blanket on. I’ve got a glass of ginger ale from the event the other night. I threw in the tiniest sniff of whisky. The plan is to get an early bed. Tomorrow I’m going back to Walthamstow, to support my friend and his Shakespeare workshop. This time I’ve learnt my lesson, I went on just park and booked an all day space for just over £8.00. That’ll save me on fines.
Driving in London is just so much more reasonable if you know how you’re gonna park. But our esteemed mayor looks likely to put taxes on SUVs. It’s already hard enough to move stuff around affordably in this city. If we get an SUV tax I’ll likely have to look into getting a trailer on a normal car which will be much more awkward.
That’s not for now though. For now I’m gonna get an early bed again. I’ll need to make some time tomorrow evening to do all my laundry as well, I’m backed up terribly and Lou comes back soon. I want to meet her at the airport looking chipper. She’s been on a work adventure in Mumbai. I kinda wish I had been with her when it’s cold and damp like this. But the hour changes soon, the light the light the light. It comes.
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