Treasure

After yesterday's non-stop 'doing all I can for mother' day (she needed medical confirmations, pharmacist reassurances and hot damp treks around town) I watched, for one hour only, an episode of Columbo.
And while watching I sank a little deeper into the wine red cushions, wishing I could stay all day, all through the night, letting myself be mesmerised by hours of movies and a little X Factor tosh...I wanted to vanish. Disappear.
My sit-downs are few...When Columbo had bagged the bad guys
I clipped old yellowing nails, bed bathed her and felt crushed looking into her hollowed weeping eyes. After taking some more painkillers Mum gave up her settee for a lie down on her bed whilst I made some Cornish Pasties.

I sat at the table chopping and slicing meat and veg as an American actor grimaced and gurgled as he turned from an All American Guy into a rotten werewolf.
It was a silly film but such a comfort.
I've made seven pasties,  four for this evening and three to freeze.


GOOD THINGS

Looking forward to tonight's X Factor, another opportunity to shed the apron and latex gloves and don my laughing hat.

I have lots of lovely apples to cook with. I'm thinking..Pies, cakes, crumbles, and just plain baked with syrup.

Having a few days away next week. Olde farmhouse, own pond, beams and lots of shops a car ride away.
Hairy Suit's idea. Mother to chaperone. Might need a bigger car so we can take her orthopaedic mattress. Hope it doesn't deflate.