Photo diary: Project 365, week 22

I'm not food-obsessed, honestly, but looking at the amount of food pictures in the last week, I started to question myself. 

I did a couple of sketches, including the Kraken with a bottle of rum. Not quite sure why I decided to draw this mythological creature from the ocean, though we did talk of Kraken (film) with my Mum the day before. She asked me if I've seen it. 

It was the Witney Pride festival on Saturday, celebrating the diversity. The postbox in the town centre has acquired a new yarn bombing outfit to match the theme. The yarn building in the middle of the installation is the Buttercross, the clock turret built in the 17C.

It was the Bank Holiday on Monday, and Sasha's PAs were not supposed to work that day. My husband stayed in the UK this week, which was lovely for all of us. He came home earlier from his office to take Sasha out. We were just getting ready, when Sasha's PAs arrived, as if they didn't say anything the previous week about the Bank Holiday. Sasha was a bit bewildered, since we told him we would go together to his favourite cafe.

We decided then to visit the Middle Eastern cafe with my husband for a quick coffee and a sweet treat.

I have chosen a pistachio maamoul, served with ice cream and pistachio cream. It was a nice combination of flavours and textures. 

My DH has opted for a Nutella Manousheh (a Levantine flatbread with melted Nutella and fresh strawberries). A very generous helping.

Spotted these cute Haribo Harry Potter sweets in Poundland, and couldn't resist buying a pack. I don't particularly like the chewy sweets, as they all tend to taste more or less the same, but my guys love them.

Wednesday is our Abel & Cole delivery day. Saying that, I sometimes skip two or three weeks. Our delivery guy is very friendly and usually cracks jokes.

Personally I could live on cheese and crackers. Santa Gadea goat's cheese is superb, so creamy and not too smelly. Didn't like this brand of Iberico ham, it was too oily.

This funny shaped cloud made me think of a mermaid's tail. Can you see it too?

I've been having low abdomen pains for quite a long time, and the pain isn't going away. I finally found courage to call the clinic a week before (I haven't been to see the GP since before Covid), and even managed to get an appointment. The GP examined me, we had a long chat, and I will need to do several tests, before we try to figure out what the actual problem might be. The blood test is in a month's time, as it was the nearest available slot.

Since Sasha was out with his PAs, my husband met me after the clinic and took to Coffee 1 cafe. While there, I had a call from our new social worker who wanted to "update" Sasha's files and talk to him. I said, You do know that he is non verbal, right? 

Is it too much to expect a professional to actually look at the file of the person they are going to work with? That information is on the first page, you don't need to read the whole life story. Sigh.

Friday was fun. All of us went to Oxford to the Hollywood Bowl. I booked the slot the day before, and almost gasped at the prices. I have never gone bowling before in my life, and didn't expect it to cost so much. 

Sasha was very happy there. He understood the concept, and how to hold the ball correctly. We used the frame to help him with the throwing/pushing. Sasha was thrilled, and actually did quite well.

Even I did several rounds. I didn't expect to enjoy the outing, but I had a very good time. 

Saturday I spent at home, because my throat was very sore, and I lost my voice. It's not because I was wildly shouting at the bowling (I wasn't). Not sure how and where I managed to pick up the virus, but feeling a bit sorry for myself. 

What did I read in the last week?

Snow Blind by Ragnar Jónasson is the first book in the bestselling Dark Iceland series. First published ten years ago, with over a million copies sold. I bought this Kindle book a few weeks ago, when it was on offer for 99p.

Ari Thór Arason is a rookie policean who accepts a job at the remote supposedly quiet fishing village in Northern Iceland called Siglufjörður. A young woman is found lying in the snow, like a snow angel, and an elderly writer falls to his death in the local theatre. Are these events related? 

An avalanche cuts off all the roads into the village, and Ari feels like a prisoner in this strange place, homesick and claustrophobic, blinded by snow.

"There's something about a murder in a small community that's disturbing, especially at a time like this - the middle of winter".

This is a classic Iceland/Nordic Noir, with a strong protagonist in an isolated community.

And how was your week?

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