Wednesday Weasel woke me up at 8:30 saying Stoat was on the phone; did I want to go to the seaside with him and Doodle? I agreed, had a quick breakfast and shower and they came to collect me. The drive there was long, Doodle and I passed the time with a cross word puzzle. We went to the old part of town first and walked along the coast enjoying the sights and smells of the sea [bliss]. We got back in the car and drove to an older bit with a fish & chip shop where we had lunch. Doodle and I each got a toasted sandwich and a bowl of chips to share. Being a fish & chip shop, I assumed that the white granulated substance on our table was in fact salt and applied it accordingly to our chips. After I thought they tasted strange for a while Doodle finally asked if it was actually sugar. That explained the sweetness. We put salt on the remaining chips. Verdict? Sugar chips not that bad.

We walked along the coast again after lunch. I got to see a crab run away from a seagull into the sea. We passed a herd of painters. A tower with an interesting garden. Accused some seagulls of lording over the rest of us from lofty perches. Took a photo of a sign after I said the acronym ‘FFSC’ must mean ‘For fuck’s sake children’. That made us giggle.

We drove to a farm shop and bought a gorgeous chocolate fudge cake and headed over to see Nan [Mal's Mum]. We got to surprise her suitably. We talked a bit and had cake* – when Stoat asked if Doodle and I wanted another piece I said I did if Doodle did. I’m so good at passing the buck. We drove home after that, I fell asleep 20 minutes into the ride, I was completely exhausted.

* I so want to be able to make cakes like that some day. It was so light, so soft, so moist… beautiful. I’m going to get around to that Victoria sponge cake soon. I’ll also get around to granola again soon too. Good god this week has been long and hard [tee hee].

I actually can’t remember much of yesterday because the weekend coupled with my day out had drained all my resources. This teaches me two things: 1) I cannot yet even consider work as it would be an every day thing and I can barely manage a few days in a row of fun things and 2) my lungs like to trick me. Sometimes when I wake up or if I’ve been sitting quietly for a while I’ll begin to think that actually I feel pretty okay, maybe I should try to do more. Then I do something and that goes out the window.

My poor little Weasel is broken. Sad. A few years ago she had an issue with her urethra narrowing she had to have a surgery and it was awful. Yesterday she told me it was narrowing again, so we went to see a doctor today. I’m hoping we’ll be able to dilate it again on our own instead of having to have surgery, but we won’t know until she sees a urologist. Poor Weasel. Really though, I should have seen this coming, she loves BlanketGirl and I and what better way to support us in our illnesses than to combine effects of both? I have narrowing in my lungs and BlanketGirl has IC so Weasel totally just wants to join our club. She’s good like that.

I bought a cast iron reversible griddle a few weeks ago. I finally got around to seasoning it tonight and I christened it with quesadillas. They turned out beautifully and the skilled performed to perfection. I plan on making French toast, pancakes, grilled cheese sandwiches and pretty much anything else that I might have fried before. I think the next time I do quesadillas I’m going to use the stripy side instead of the flat one.

I don’t think Debbie works as well when I’m sleepy. That explains this one and the one before. Go me.