Nothing I ate today seemed to satisfy me but as the day wore on I began to fancy fish and chips. It is at least a year since I had them and not something I usually enjoy. But at half past four Tess and I jumped into the car and drove the mile into the town centre, parked and I bought myself fish, chips and mushy peas - we went back home and ate them - Tess having half a dozen chips and quite a large piece of my cod, but without the batter. They were not the best I had ever tasted but they satisfied a need, and sometimes - when one lives alone - it is necessary to do just that.
Now I intend to watch Michael Portillo crossing America by train and that is followed by a new farming series, so I shall watch that too. Some days I miss the farmer more than others - or let's say I think about him more, and today is one of those days. How I wish he were here but he isn't and I can't change how things are. Now our sympathies must go out to Sue in Suffolk who is doing her very best to come to terms with losing her beloved Col.
What a good place Blogland is when one makes these 'friendships' - there is a whole network of support out there and it is good to be able to call on it.