It’s not that I never want to eat soup. It’s just that you can have too much of it. Soup for breakfast, soup for lunch, soup for dinner.
I do have some alternatives. One of our foreign English Learners made a brilliant paella, which I managed to eat in small doses, and I can eat little pots of gooseberry fool etc, and I can eat white chocolate till I get sick.
But tonight’s fish pie (mash with salmon) was an utter failure.
I want my morning bacon and sausage. I want cold meat butties with mounds of salad from the greenhouse. I want chicken and chips with kale and spring greens. I want food.
I think it is getting worse, or maybe I’m just wary because it hurts so much when I get it wrong.
Either way I find the waiting hard. Very hard.
Weight today 88kg.