Car wash

I’d thought about going for a run this morning, but after the exertions of Saturday’s brambles and Sunday’s nettles, I woke up feeling knackered, so I didn’t. I also forgot. And Mr Perkins was snuggling. I have all the excuses/reasons.

I took Panda Car for a wash, inside and out, this afternoon, partly as a thank you gesture to the person I’ve borrowed it off. The car wash people seemed quite thorough. I’d take Henry there when I get him back (fingers crossed), but I’m afraid the jet wash would blast all the rust off, and he’d disintegrate :’(

After that, I went to Ely, but my favourite cafe was closed. They shut early in the summer every day, not just Saturdays, it seems. There were a lot of people, mainly women, milling about outside. It was weird.

I mooched round a couple of shops, then went to smelly Starbucks. I did some writing there with my usual coffee, before heading back home.

I got ready for Pilates; when I arrived, the instructor was fussing about going downstairs or outside or something, then waltzed off to see if it was ok with reception. I pointed out that the air con was working again; everyone was happy to do it in the usual room. I was glad because it would’ve been too hot to do it outside. It’s been boiling the last few days.

Back at home, I was starving. I put some rice on first, then I sliced up some leftover onion and yellow pepper and stir-fried it, adding some Namsan barbecue sauce. I hadn’t tried it before. I put some not-chicken-thighs in the air fryer. I hadn’t had those, either.

I didn’t hold out much hope for this dish: it seemed rather dull, and there didn’t seem to be enough sauce.

I served it as one of those rice bowls with the rice in the bottom, and the saucy veg and the not-chicken on top of the rice. I garnished it with sliced spring onion and black and white sesame seeds. It was really tasty, with the perfect amount of sauce.

I had my usual summer dessert of strawberries and not-cream (with xylitol instead of sugar – I like the crunch of the sugar) afterwards.

Now, I’m watching a bit of telly. I’ve gone back to Doctor Who, which I started watching from the start, but then neglected for some reason. I’m watching a story set in Cambridge, of all places.

They’re using the outside of Emma, but calling it a different name, and they’ve somehow hidden the names of the shops and the pubs. But I recognise The Baron of Beef when I see it. Apparently, Tom Baker stayed there while they were filming this story.