I am always pleased to see Hang Fire getting on in the world, so I will catch it on Saturday though if the live segment clashes with our weekly family Skype call it will have to be on the iPlayer.
I wonder if mum can be prompted into remembering the time (Icons passim) that we met Shauna Guinn at the Penylan Pantry even though it was nearly seven years ago?
For me, the memory of that day is bitter-sweet because it was the first time I noticed that dad had no interest at all in what was going on around him. I can remember mum being engaged as Shauna responded to, genuinely interested, questions from me and John with examples and anecdotes from their BBQ pilgrimage around the USA, while he was utterly inert. Anhedonia is the posh word for it; a word I wish we didn't need.
While we are on the subject of food, I had chickpea pancaked with pomegranate molasses for breakfast yesterday. Normally it is a meal I skip but I had to stay home for the morning as the guys were coming round to install the new heating pump, for all that I hadn't realised they were when I wrote here. Sorry 'bout that. Nice to be cosy, nice to be nice, this morning.