I soothe myself with little things. The cat was sleeping on my bed when I came home and I kicked him off to throw the sheets in the wash. I was perched on top of the bare pillows and duvet, looking through the list of flat shares downloaded at lunch, when he came crawling back, meowed in an aggrieved tone, and curled up with his head on my feet purring. You wouldn’t have had the heart to push him off a second time, either.
Dinner was soup and garlic bread, with yogurt for dessert. I’m finding that the cheapest store brand tomato soup can be made halfway decent if you let it simmer long enough with shallots and garlic and olive oil and fresh pepper and salt. Oh bugger, I forgot about the cherry tomatoes in the fridge. Tomorrow, with the gnocchi…
Then I took a nice hot bath, a proper one, no other word for it, that went all the way up to my shoulders. In the mornings there’s never enough hot water to soak, I have to pour water over my hair with the blue squishy bowl, and I just don’t feel as clean.
Still haven’t had my pills yet, so I’m going to go make a cup of Ribena with hot water and have them with that while I look over my CV, and then take my sheets out of the dryer and go to bed.
Come for the rock, stay for the klezmer.
