Another weekend rolls along. This time we are in the midst of ‘broken boiler’ saga. So it’s cold 🥶 and it’s cold. However I’m not complaining. I have two weeks of annual leave to rest and catch up with the rest of my life. This morning I started with chipping into my admin backlog and correcting two clinic reports while sitting in bed with a little heater on beside me. That did feel a little sad but for me necessary. It is causing me some degree of anxiety and insomnia leaving that work undone. I have broken my rule of not working at the weekend but I can’t think of another way right now.
When I decided to get up, I made myself an indulgent breakfast of French Toast with brioche, a few teaspoons of labneh, sliced banana and a generous drizzling of agave syrup. So nice…
I sat at my dining table in the Saturday morning sunshine eating this meal and drinking a mug of black coffee and remembered just how lucky and privileged we are. It’s a little thing just to sit and eat breakfast but it’s a lot too. Never to be taken for granted again.
