After 13 years, my much-loved slow cooker finally died. It was originally part of a “setting up on your own” package from a local leaving care / leaving gaol charity that I arranged for Maurice. The replacement is remarkably similar… All is not wasted – the ceramic pot from the old one will be “upcycled”, either as a cache-pot as is, or have holes drilled to be an actual plant pot.
A very difficult 40-minute phone conversation with Mum (who is in JR again) this morning. She’s obsessed with the idea that no-one pays any attention to her needs, that she never gets supper, and that Chloe has ordered a table for her that has not arrived (?). It did really shake me up, as there weren’t the usual patches of coherence. She’s very agitated, and got a bit teary … in the end, I just had to say firmly “goodbye” and hang up.
Feeling in need of a bit of self-pampering this afternoon. Home made scones with apple and quince jelly (2020 vintage) and cream seemed in order. Sadly, whipped cream rather than clotted – still, can’t complain.
Looked like a simple job – remove one screw, then remove roller. What the Technical Manual doesn’t tell you about putting it back is that the screw is non-magnetic (so won’t stay on the end of the screwdriver), almost inaccessible to human fingers, and if you drop it, it will roll though a hole in the plate and you’ll have to remove the entire front of the machine to dig it out! A ten-minute job took ninety minutes.
And I’d rather be Riso-wrangling than my past history of sorting out sump pumps while standing chest-deep in freezing water, or debugging digital multiplex stuff at 4am up a 30-foot ladder. For those of us who are self-described techies, life is certainly varied!
In the garden, the snowflake (leucojum) leaves are fully grown (flowers won’t appear for another three weeks or so), the daffodil leaves are about 4 inches high, and the first leaves of the blue hyacinths are just breaking through the surface soil. Everything now feels as though it’s moving forwards towards spring.
The rather soggy duvet cover (from when the machine broke down), which has been lurking in the bath, can now be dealt with.