My Dad died when I was young. My Mother was younger than I am now. 5+ years after he died, she started a relationship with another man. My Dad’s side of the family refused to acknowledge his existence the first time they met him. I always thought they were shitty people but realising they’d rather my mother be a lonely widow for the rest of her life was the final straw for me. I’ve barely spoken to them in the last 15 years. I’ve not missed them once.

Picnics are for.. other people. On the subject of food though, I got BBQ for dinner. The first time I’ve had food prepared outside my house since February. It was okay. Maybe not worth the covid anxiety though.

I once ate a turban shell in Japan. It was horrifying and disgusting. But I swallowed.