It’s 5.45 pm and I’m hungry.
That may not be much of a surprise considering it is time for our evening meal after all.
However, as more often than not lately, I have realised that apart from breakfast (speedy melon) and a piece of homemade bread pudding, we have not had lunch.
Hubby and I walked up to the supermarket today as we needed fresh bread and something for dinner. We are trying to conserve our fuel as it is costing us a full tank each time we go house hunting, and besides, it was a lovely day and we both needed the exercise.
On the way back, some £11.59 later, we picked some blackberries which we would be having in a crumble with some greengage plums which MSM’s sister brought over yesterday.
The idea was that we would have a light snack and I would cook tonight, though that was amended and I was due to cook for 1pm and we’d have a snack for our final meal of the day.
You know me and planning. It never works.
We had our bread pudding and a cuppa when we got back, then I got stuck in doing the sky on the latest jigsaw puzzle, and Hubby went upstairs to rest as he was in considerable pain from our walk.
So here we are. Hungry, unfed, and nothing cooked or even prepared.
I think I shall do a ham salad tonight, and boil up some new potatoes , which like the bread we seem to have rather a lot of all of a sudden, MSM having been given some and Hubby digging up almost a kilo in the garden.
This isn’t the first time this week it’s happened.
I’m beginning to wonder now if I’m actually eating enough!!