Sun 16th Nov.

It’s funny the things one’s mind seizes on as you lie half awake in the morning. It’s already been a bit of a strange night, involving a dream about a man wearing a tee shirt and thong training Paul and I for a marathon. Well, that’s just never going to happen – either part! Anyway, back to these swirling, misty morning thoughts. Suddenly, they all clarify into one revelation. It wasn’t the record sleeve that was different thirty-three years ago; it was that round bit in the middle of the record! Ahh, now it all makes sense. That’s why I couldn’t give my friend the new record. Phew, I wasn’t such a thick teenager after all. Well, I’m glad that’s all sorted.

Back to the topic of Being Vegan. Lunch is falafel. Sally is left to do what she likes with hers and to inform the absent rest of the family to do the same, whilst mine are chucked into a box and taken with me to Nick’s football match, where I stand eating them in the cold and rain. Nick’s team win the match, so the shivering is worth it.

Back home, I find that Paul and his mum have been to Lidl (He really knows how to give his mum a treat!) and bought, amongst other things, some mince pies that are suitable for vegans. Hurrah! So I have my first one of the year. I refuse to associate them with Christmas yet: it’s MUCH TOO SOON!

I rustle up a quick soya bean risotto for tea, which we eat whilst watching “National Treasure: Book of Secrets”. A nice bit of Sunday evening escapism.