Thank goodness it's the weekend

It is with some relief we reach the weekend. Yesterday evening, on the way back from the Pub, it struck us how tiring the week had been. All the appointments had caught up with us.

I suppose it hadn't helped with it not being the most satisfactory visit to the Pub. The Fox was put out when his usual pint was off. They pulled a second pint of a different brew but he didn't like the taste as much, & was somewhat put out when he wasn't given back the 20 pence difference in price. On top of that his tinnitus was ringing badly. He was grateful for Steve's voice booming. It was the only voice he could hear clearly over the rather loud background music (some rather good jazz that was so loud as to be distracting). By the time we had then gone on to the mandatory Times2 crossword (PD insists) during which he'd struggled to hear, he was just drained, working too hard for little reward.

As we came back & the Fox started to relax, it became apparent just how tired he was. I suspect his blood pressure was rising rapidly. He seemed tense & irritable. He was going to cook when we got home so I suggested we ate out instead, despite all I'd said in my last blog, or that I did it. He was clearly in such a state that accidents were sure to happen. Sometimes eating out is a necessity & this looked one such occasion.

We got home. The Fox was still insisting on cooking. Then he had a fight to get the cork out of the bottle for the accompanying wine. At this point, I thought this was downright stupid to go on. 

We contemplated a Chinese takeaway. We perused our various menus but were too tired to cope even with wading through the vast list. I suggested we left it till later, but the Fox reckoned it was fatigue rather than sleepiness, & anyhow if we left it too late I would be past eating. 

So we thought we'd toodle down to our local village pub. The list to tackle would at least be shorter. As we set off once more, it suddenly struck me. The obvious answer was to have one of those microwave ready meals we'd bought the other week from Booths. It was just for such a situation that we'd stocked up with them. We turned round, homeward bound once more. Relieved, we got out the Braised beef with mushrooms in a brandy sauce, perfect to go with the open bottle of red wine, & put on some Chinese egg noodles - quick & tasty.

The meal was delicious. We ate to the sight & sounds of the flock of starlings that seem to have moved in a couple of days again. They all seemed to keep diving into a huge tree. I suspect they've decided to roost there for the breeding season. That will put out our resident magpie whose tree that is!

Thank goodness it's the weekend. We can have a quiet time to re-boost our energies, a chance to get back on top things. The par-boiled potatoes & chicken that I had prepared yesterday, now in the fridge, can be eaten today when we can enjoy them - both the cooking & the eating.