One cheesecake and a salmon risotto

I was awake early this morning. Of course I was. Nothing to do. No where to be. Who wouldn’t want to be up early for that?!

There was some cleaning requiring, so I pottered on with that and feeling a little vulnerable and in need of an emotional release, I watched A Single Man for a little while, which did the job nicely.

It was such a beautiful day and in the knowledge that tomorrow most definitely was not going to be, I took a wander out into town for some supplies. I’ve been feeling a little numb of late, but as I walked through town everything seemed very sharp and in focus, which meant that a multitude of feelings came swimming back to the surface.

I felt a little overwhelmed, but if I’m honest, just relieved to be feeling something! For a video reference, it felt something like this……

My sister texted not long after I arrived home, so I had a quick bite to eat watched West Ham capitulate to Spurs and took a wander back into town for a soft drink and a catch up with her, which was really lovely. In spite of her grumbling, we did make it ALL the way to Sports Direct at the top of town where I modelled some flip flops for her to purchase for my brother in law.

I couldn’t linger too long as I needed to be back for the arrival of Ms Simmo. She was cooking mains - a delicious salmon/asparagus/cream cheese risotto - which was easily the best home-cooked meal I have had in a long while.

My offering was pudding in the form of this diabetes-inducing Lotus Biscoff Cheesecake. It too was a hit.

All accompanied with a fancy bottle of lemonade and a whole lotta catching up. Perfect.

Friends and family. It’s where it’s at.