Sunday

When you live alone, you fall into a pace that is uniform, which if not predictable, remains steady and measured. At midday I cut the remaining sweet peas from the garden arch and made a Korean gochujang stir fry sauce by mixing the hot gochujang paste with lemon juice, sesame oil, ginger, soy, Sherry and a bit of sugar .

I added it to sweet Spanish peppers, udon noodles, mushrooms and chicken and ate half with chopsticks and saved the rest for night shift supper.

I invested in a large jar of kimchi ( Fermented vegetables) a couple of weeks ago so had that as a small side dish 

I’m now farting with the force of the Queen Mary’s hooter because I went back for more

I washed windows, swept the path and visited the ponies with the dogs who strained their necks under the electric fencing in order to go a friendly nose to warm nose with new strangers.

I spoke to Nu who was travelling back to London from her second home in Ireland and arranged to meet her in Liverpool for dinner next Sunday. Saturday I’m going to see the acclaimed production of Antigone at the Chester Storyhouse with Gorgeous Dave which won’t be a bag of laughs but should be good and stimulating as it has a four star review in the press.

I’m also back to choir on Tuesday night.

We are finally returning to indoor singing.

I rearranged the cutlery drawer, filling one of the slots with my new collection of chopsticks which was geeking satisfying and started Richard Osman’s new mystery The Man Who Died Twice on the couch as Dorothy went at it on my sore knee.

It was here we all fell asleep 

Until the light faded and the cold air from the open back door woke me up well after five.