Day 7

Writing again

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Lydia likes Peshwari nan.  I know this because she stole a piece off Trev’s plate last night, just as he was sitting down to enjoy it with his curry.

I also like Peshwari nan, but only with a curry that is rich in flavour and spicy, like the one I had last night.  I reheated what I couldn’t eat last night and ate it for breakfast. Delicious.

After a busy few days, I’m resting today, only putting in a bit of washing and loading the dishwasher.  Trev had unloaded the dishwasher, put the pots and pans and cutlery away and swept the kitchen floor, and he’s doing the shopping for tonight’s tea. 

I had a good sleep last night, aided, I’m sure, by the physical work and different activities I’ve been doing as well as cutting out caffeine in the afternoons. The wine helped too, not that I’m planning to or do drink wine every night; I’m sticking to weekends only for the foreseeable.

So, apart from my walk with Lydia this morning and the few – very few – bits and pieces of housework I’ve done, it’s definitely been and still is a rest day for me.  Still struggling to find much that interests me on the telly, I might do a bit of reading now. I bought a beautiful bookmark from one of the craft stalls at yesterday’s Christmas fayre, although the book I’m reading at the moment is on my Kindle.

Washing Up

First published 12 January 2021

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One of the few things I remember from school is ‘The Order of Washing Up’:

Glasses first, clean and bright
knives and forks come next
plates follow on until they’re done
the saucepans finally too
I’ve washed up many times and yet
the order still comes through

Washing up is not a chore
it’s a time to stand and think
of soap and suds and water
and all things in my sink

I hope my pile of washing up
is there for me each day
I never dry, just let it drain
and then I put it all away.

2020

Note today, 22 August 2025: I no longer love having a pile of washing up and am glad to have a dishwasher!