My husband took one look at me this morning and asked if I was staying home. It took me about as long to agree that yes, totally, off with everyone else. So I’ve got BBC Parliament on, and yet another pot of soup on the stove.

Yes, soup – it is my tasty salvation. I’ve veered away from carrot this time (it’s okay, but it’s still a newish taste sensation to me). Instead, I’ve opted for one of my tried and true childhood favourites – potato. I pulled down a basic BBC recipe, and it already smells wonderful. I think it will do a good job of covering my breakfast (as I’ve been too crap feeling to make anything yet) and my lunch. After all, nothing wrong with liquid meals if they’re all you can get down. And when my health goes down and my quease goes up, it’s just the best course of action.

Otherwise, I’m doing the same thing I’d be doing while at work –  having Parliament on in the background. The Health and Social Care Bill is to be debated further, and while I don’t get all that’s going on, I am determined to try and understand it. I am incredibly vexed, however, that I cannot seem to find a list of amendments for reference…

Anyways, the soup needs my attention//is almost done, so I’m going to tend to that. Have a nice day!

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