Tracey wants to know if you're going to Fanad.
I don't know.
Rod would love you to come.
I don't know if I can be bothered.
What else would you be doing?
Don't know. Nothing I suppose.
I think you should go. It would be good for you. I can hold the fort here. Go there today, come back tomorrow if you want to, stay an extra night if you're having a good time.
Then there was a great deal more of prevaricating nonsense from Bert to which I replied...
You know how I always know what's best for you and you're always telling me so? Well, this is what is best for you now. A break, a few hours away from all the grimness that is going on here. You'll come back far abler to cope. Just grab your clarinet, a sleeping bag and a toothbrush and go! The dogs want you to go. They need a break too.
Long story short, he came to his senses, took the advice of a wise woman, got his ass into gear and packed his clarinet, a sleeping bag and a toothbrush (the dogs packed themselves), got in his van and went.
Alone at last. Except for the cats, the pigs and Pearlie.
A person eats differently when they have only themselves to think of. For dinner I had a Cheese Dream. I first discovered Cheese Dreams in Bristol in 1971. It was the first time I had Been Somewhere Different. My friend Natalie and I hitch-hiked to Bristol, where we stayed with Miss Fiona Cornish of Montpelier. Miss Cornish, Bunty to her friends, ran a boarding school for children with special needs. I do hope it is OK to say 'special needs' these days for it is hard to keep up with the correct terminology. In return for helping out with general everyday chores we got free board and lodging. Some of these days Miss Fiona Cornish deserves a post all to herself so, for today, will just concentrate on the Cheese Dreams.
Fiona Cornish's Cheese Dreams
- 2 slices of buttered white bread
- cheddar cheese for filling
- frying pan
Sophisticates might like to adapt the basic recipe. I like to add tomato, sliced onion and seasoning. I also prefer to use hemp or rapeseed oil instead of lard. But basically it is a fried cheese sandwich. Bert dislikes Cheese Dreams very much so I tend to eat them when I am on my own.
The next day I had muesli for breakfast and another Cheese Dream for lunch. Bert phoned to say he was having a fantastic time and he'd like to stay an extra night. I said, no problem, so happy you're having a lovely relaxing break. I was feeling guilty about eating Cheese Dreams all the time so for dinner I boiled a free range egg and steamed some chard and broad beans and had that. It was grim beyond belief. For a late night snack I had muesli and ice-cream. I wouldn't recommend it.