I must confess to feeling a little out of sorts today – not really ‘ILL’ as such, just a bit under the weather and a bit fed-up.

Under the weather because I have a septic finger…..stupidly not wearing protective gloves yesterday, I got a splinter and it’s turned nasty. It’s very sore and making me feel rather queasy I suppose. Dunno if my tetanus jab is up to date either and given that my one and only encounter with the local health centre was far from positive (struck me all they cared about were their QoF points, if you get my drift) I don’t feel very inclined to go down there.

Fed-up because it’s been another glorious day and I was supposed to be on holiday but have cancelled it now for the third time because of an urgent client need. Not only that but I ended up working pretty late too. I hope the weather holds out for tomorrow because I really AM going to get my day off and I want to get more of that veggie garden sorted.

So, when DM announced he was going to cook dinner tonight, I felt nothing but gratitude and love. I love being pampered in this way and it happens very, very rarely.

We’re having Nigel Slater’s green Thai curry ‘messed with’ so the chicken is Quorn and the fish paste is soy sauce. It smells yum. Strangely, he’s marked the place in the book with one of my business cards – dunno if that’s a Freudian slip or what.

Mind you, he did ‘cheat’ me because before we lived together, he used to talk about sharing the cooking with his ex and I thought he was going to turn out to be my soul-mate in food and work with me in the kitchen but it wasn’t to be. (Not that I like people ‘cooking’ with me at all – in fact I hate it. I’d prefer them to sit with a cuppa at the kitchen table and chat to me but let me get on with it.)

You see the truth is I intimidate people when it comes to cooking – Becks has said they want to take us out for a meal to a pub – because she’s not confident enough to cook. Dee has said ‘come over for a meal’ but suggests getting in a take away for the same reason and DM, well, he now confesses that he and his ex used to ‘choose between (Quorn) chunks and mince, chop an onion, decide on a sauce and whether pasta or rice needed to be cooked’ and that was the extent of it.

I don’t know what to do about it really – I actually like it when people do cook for me but, to a man, they hate the experience……DM must be right – I AM scary! I think this is proven because it’s now 8.45pm and he seems to be trying quite hard not to go back into the kitchen and finish off the dinner. I know I’m a bit of a food fascist but I’m not THAT bad….am I?

Last year? Nothing much has changed!