Dòchas

Mondays, eh. 

As I have mentioned before, even with a working week of Saturday to Monday, Mondays still turn into proper Mondays. 

There are some positives, within my own sphere of influence. I had a good gossip with the Manager on the phone and now we both know what days I am working this weekend and next. 

I went out to the church cafe again for lunch, and enjoyed both my escape and their home cooking. With the state of the pandemic being what it is, I did not stop by the Office - just in case. 

After work I made soup - another recipe from Nisha whom I was enthusing about last week. It is a carrot soup this time, with harissa, coconut milk and tahini. It was not for eating tonight, but a quick taste has made me very optimistic indeed. 

As for the wider world, I would rather not know. Of course that is part of the plan - to crush us. 

The Blip is a pin badge I have been meaning to put on my winter coat every since I dug it out the other week. 

Dòchas = hope. 

Perhaps my subconscious has decided it is inappropriate.