Things I Wish I Hadn't Done

A few weeks ago I posted a little series, regarding "Things I wish I hadn't said" and "Things I wish I hadn't seen"

Ethics, Love and Dinner.

I love my Beloved.

Every day, in many ways I demonstrate my devotion to my Beloved.

Sunday Sublime

What a lovely day

Resting

It's been a week since I went on holiday from school, and it's only now that I am starting to feel a bit rested.
My body and brain still insist on getting up at 5:30am, as I have been doing all year, but yesterday, for the first time, I managed to go back to bed and have more sleep.

Even as I type this, I feel the call of the warm bed, the soft mattress and my gently snoring beloved.  Awww, she drools so prettily onto the pillow. 

Pain free

Yesterday was the first day she has been pain-free for the last two weeks.  I refused to allow her to do any work at all.  I even made dinner.  Actually, I quite enjoyed it.  I made a chicken casserole, with leeks, garlic and plenty of carrots.  I mixed the chicken with sesame oil, soy sauce, flour and turmeric in a plastic bag, and let it sit for 30 minutes.  Browned the diced chicken in a mixture of oil and butter, deglazed with some white wine, then added in some leeks, softened in oil, and the diced carrots.  Sliced some courgettes lengthwise, and fried in Olive oil.  Served with some boiled new potatoes (mine had butter on them, but none for her)

I quite enjoyed it, but from the non-enthusiastic comments of my beloved and son (back last night from Hawkes Bay) it wasn't as good as we are used to.

I don't really care, my priority is to get my beloved as pain free as possible, because when we get on that plane next week, I know she will suffer if her back is the least bit painful.

Joys of Air Travel

I'm going back to bed, for at least another hour of blissfull sleep.

Mash it up

My beloved has a bad back.
Many years ago, she was a nurse, and repeated lifting of patients caused a slow but steady damage to her discs, and eventually she was diagnosed as having 3 ruptured inter-vertebral discs.  Think of it as having three of your vertebrae rubbing together, bone on bone.  Sometimes the pain gets very bad, and she has to take to her bed.

My beloved is a stoic.  She refuses most pain medication until she starts to cry with pain, so when I saw her in bed cryimg, I knew it was bad.  These episodes normally last for about a week, then she's back on her feet, but they're pretty intense for the first 2 or 3 days.
So I do all the household chores.  I normally do my fair share, but I'm not a very good cook.  I can make nutritious meals, that I think are reasonably tasty, but my beloved and my children say that while not actually vomit-inducing, all of my food ends up tasting the same.

We had some lovely turkey and ham meatloaf left in the freezer, plus a mixture of different beans, plus some left-over potatoes and some gravy from the weekend roast.  My beloved didn't want any spuds, so they were for me.  I heated everything up, and I put the remaining spuds into the gravy and gently simmered.  As the last of the gravy was absorbed, I added a very large knob of butter and mashed the lot up with plenty of pepper and salt.

The rest of the meal was OK, but the mashed potatoes were fantastic, rich and buttery.  And all for me.

Washed up, cleaned up, tidied things away, took in the washing, folded and stored.  Such is a Man's lot.

My beloved's pain is reduced, and she's sleeping quietly.

Small(ish) whisky before bed.  It's going to be a long day tomorrow.  More bloody activities