this evening, mum cooked the most delicious meal. it had beenn a long afternoon, and i’d had onlyy some bread and pate for lunch. its just me and mum at home tonight – dads away on business, lukes at tesco – so i was just expecting mum to do something simlple, like beans on toast. on the contrary, she usedd the occasion to make a risotto with button mushrooms and a butter and white wine sauce. it was delicious. I had the remaining wine – a rioja, which, althouugh clearly intended for thee cooking pot, was nevertheless palateable – to drink, and we sat and ate and spoke as evening fell through the kkkichin window. It was quite heavenly, and i’ll go to bed happy.