Now here's a shocking confession. Yesterday, I did not leave the house. Well, I went in the garden. But that was it. There was no power walking. No movement. Nada.
There was...sticky toffee pudding (as a meal - hello?!), painkillers galore and lots of caring activities around the poorly pets. I was doing nursing duties and the afternoon walk was cancelled because my dog's leg just wasn't up to it.
We are also in the middle of nowhere; well, that's not strictly true. We are somewhere, of course we are. The house is in a tiny village on the edge of Exmoor. The village shop is open Monday - Saturday only with a minimal selection on offer.
There was also much tea consumption yesterday, some water and sporadic eating - toast (again!) cooked on the Aga, boiled eggs and a few biscuits. Is this how two women - left alone - will choose to eat? On the hoof? My mother and I both ate at different times and wanted different things. If my husband had been here, there would have been meals.
I notice that when I am home alone, I really am not organised on the food front. As soon as my husband comes back on a Friday, it's a military operation to plan the food.
Anyway, today is a new day and it's the first day of December. Let's cast aside Christmas panics for a moment and just focus on a new day! That's what I am telling myself. And with the first day must come a plan.
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