My day always starts with tea and toast.
Toast that is buttered with Lurpak(I have given up on the lightweigh alternatives...they won't extend my life and are not a patch on real butter) and a dollop of thick cut dark marmalade with(hopefully) lots of peel in it.
I have just one slice off a large Marks and Spencers white farmhouse loaf.
I used to only eat wholemeal bread, but after having had a bad bout of bronchitis some years ago...i found that this no longer agreed with me..it made me cough even when I was well.
The only time I deviate from this routine is if I am away...in an establishment that does a 'full English'....then I have that AND toast(though it is not the M&S bread.
It isn't really that much to ask is it?
Since all this idiot panic buying started I have not been able to get this bread easily.
The other thing is the nearest M&S is in Blackburn and I really do hate going there.
It takes me a couple of days to psych myself up to go.....I go with no joy in my sould...leaden feet and usually(until recently) on the bus.
I hare up to M&S go straight to the food hall and to the shelf where small quantities of this bread lurk.
Many times recently I have been sorely disappointed...there has been none.
So it was this morning I did a slice of toast with bread from M&S...but not Farmhouse..it was half a bloomer loaf...(the biggest bloomer was ME buying it thinking it would suffice).
What a disappointment.
It was just like eating buttered cardboard...I did not enjoy it one little bit.
I was prepared to...really I was, but it fell so far short of my expectations that if we light the log burner tonight, that is where it will go.
How I hate wasting bread.
My mother always said 'waste bread and you will live to be hungry'.
so tomorrow I might just have to rely on weetabix.
(yes. yes....I know all this is teenage and petulant....but when I looked in the back of my knickers it said 14...so I am allowed.
I also know that I have a lot to be grateful for.
feeling grateful whe you feel spiky is very hard...but I will go away and try some more)
I woke up 'spiky' this morning..I know I should have let him sleep.
(the old ones are the best..and that one has whiskers like Methuselah).
the reason I woke up spiky...well I think it might be the reason....I watched A&E 24/7 last night and when I watch something like that I invariably dream about being back at work...and true to form I did.
It was the shift from hell.
Yesterday I had been posting on a thread about a condition called Disseminated Intravascular Coagulation....and said that in my long career I had only seen it twice.
Well what do you know...on my shift last night we got a patient with this.....we needed fresh frozen plasma and because of the virus we could not get any...I was trying to get staff to donate(what a daft thought that was)...but no-one was up for it.
when I woke up we were still fighting to stabilise this young pregnant lass...and it all felt real...so I was frazzled.
I think I need to go off somewhere quiet and do some 'OM'-ing.
Toast that is buttered with Lurpak(I have given up on the lightweigh alternatives...they won't extend my life and are not a patch on real butter) and a dollop of thick cut dark marmalade with(hopefully) lots of peel in it.
I have just one slice off a large Marks and Spencers white farmhouse loaf.
I used to only eat wholemeal bread, but after having had a bad bout of bronchitis some years ago...i found that this no longer agreed with me..it made me cough even when I was well.
The only time I deviate from this routine is if I am away...in an establishment that does a 'full English'....then I have that AND toast(though it is not the M&S bread.
It isn't really that much to ask is it?
Since all this idiot panic buying started I have not been able to get this bread easily.
The other thing is the nearest M&S is in Blackburn and I really do hate going there.
It takes me a couple of days to psych myself up to go.....I go with no joy in my sould...leaden feet and usually(until recently) on the bus.
I hare up to M&S go straight to the food hall and to the shelf where small quantities of this bread lurk.
Many times recently I have been sorely disappointed...there has been none.
So it was this morning I did a slice of toast with bread from M&S...but not Farmhouse..it was half a bloomer loaf...(the biggest bloomer was ME buying it thinking it would suffice).
What a disappointment.
It was just like eating buttered cardboard...I did not enjoy it one little bit.
I was prepared to...really I was, but it fell so far short of my expectations that if we light the log burner tonight, that is where it will go.
How I hate wasting bread.
My mother always said 'waste bread and you will live to be hungry'.
so tomorrow I might just have to rely on weetabix.
(yes. yes....I know all this is teenage and petulant....but when I looked in the back of my knickers it said 14...so I am allowed.
I also know that I have a lot to be grateful for.
feeling grateful whe you feel spiky is very hard...but I will go away and try some more)
I woke up 'spiky' this morning..I know I should have let him sleep.
(the old ones are the best..and that one has whiskers like Methuselah).
the reason I woke up spiky...well I think it might be the reason....I watched A&E 24/7 last night and when I watch something like that I invariably dream about being back at work...and true to form I did.
It was the shift from hell.
Yesterday I had been posting on a thread about a condition called Disseminated Intravascular Coagulation....and said that in my long career I had only seen it twice.
Well what do you know...on my shift last night we got a patient with this.....we needed fresh frozen plasma and because of the virus we could not get any...I was trying to get staff to donate(what a daft thought that was)...but no-one was up for it.
when I woke up we were still fighting to stabilise this young pregnant lass...and it all felt real...so I was frazzled.
I think I need to go off somewhere quiet and do some 'OM'-ing.