I made cake yesterday. And I am counting it as a positive thing because not only is it cake, but it also meant I motivated myself to get into the kitchen and do something, rather than just thinking about it, and I used up all the bananas that had gone too soft to eat, rather than just binning them.
So that is yesterday’s positive thing. And today’s is that I have cleaned the hob. I put the pan stands from the hob, and all the oven shelves through the dishwasher last night, and then motivated myself this morning to clean the hob and put all the shelves and the pot stands back. So the kitchen is still looking pretty good, if I say so myself.
Shortly I am going to drag myself away from the computer, and make bacon and tomato pasta sauce, for tonight’s supper – then all I have to do at supper time is cook the pasta and heat the sauce.
Yesterday evening was pretty stressful. I had to go and collect No3 son and his friend from hockey practice at the National Hockey centre in Glasgow. In the dark. And the only other time I have been there, No3 son directed me, and we got lost, so I decided to use the sat nav (known as Sonya – ‘cos she gets onya nerves) – forgetting that the new M74 section had opened long after she was programmed – so when I accidentally ended up on it (because she said ‘Keep right’ at Plantation junction, so I kept completely right, which took me onto the M74, instead of going off at that junction and down to the A8, which is what she meant), she had no idea whatsoever where I was, and kept telling me to turn right – which is not really possible on a motorway!
So I left at the next junction, and hoped that once I was back on roads that existed, as far as Sonya was concerned, she would stop panicking, and we could find our way back to where we needed to go – but she was uncharacteristically silent, so I had to guess which way to go – and guessed wrong. And then she decided to chime in again – “Recalculating!!” – and took us on a scenic tour of a very nice new housing estate, which also doesn’t exist in Sonya-world, so we got even more stressed and lost. She even took me through a no-entry sign at one point – thankfully into a deserted parking area, not a busy street, so I turned round and headed off again – and she promptly directed me into a street which is now a dead end.
Eventually we found our way back to some streets that she recognised, and managed to find the Hockey centre, in time to collect the boys – and I set off homewards, taking the direct route this time, straight back up the A8 to Plantation junction (the way I could have come, if Sonya and I hadn’t misunderstood eachother so totally). I was so pleased with myself, not getting lost, chatting merrily with the boys – until, at the junction for the airport (ie. over half way home) a car flashed his lights at me to tell me that my headlights weren’t on. Bloody typical!! And now N thinks I am even more of a flake.
Mind you – I did wind him up a bit – I told him I had said No3 son could go round to a friend’s house and stay out until 1.30am before reminding N that today is a holiday here (it’s the September weekend – 4 days off) – so I hadn’t had a sudden brainstorm and allowed our 16-year-old son to stay out until 1.30am on a school night! I let him have a little freak-out before I reminded him about the holiday. <<grins>> But I am a bit hurt that he thinks I am stupid enough to let No3 stay out that late on a school night.