Soup is for lazy people, like me, who plan to live forever.
Soup is the wholesome best friend that your mum doesn't mind you knocking about with.
Look at this photo.
I'm actually eating chips for lunch, like an ignorant toddler, but it's ok, because I'm also eating soup.
Homemade soup, full of vegetables and herbs and all the stuff you're supposed to eat that everyone despises.
Soup has taken my hand and lifted me out of my recent horse-related funk.
After my last gloomathon I tried to think of ways to unbreak my life.
"Start small," said a wise voice, "you can't do big stuff yet. So do small stuff."
"Should I brush my hair?" I replied.
"NO! Too big," came the voice, "Not strong enough yet. Maybe try to eat something that isn't a chocolate biscuit."
Since my unhappy news I've been mainlining hobnobs (the Lidl version, obvs, not made of money). The house has a trail of crumbs through it.
Or it would if it weren't for helpful Nancy, my own wee Gretel.
|"I'll help, mama human"|
Bolstered by beets, today I donned my smelly waterproofs to go and ride out on dear Bramble.
Dear Bramble is my antidote to Broken Zed. While I pour money and heartache into him, she quietly coddles my soul by being sound and sensible and asks for nothing much in return. She tends to be a tad on the curvy side so our yard owner nicely lets us trundle around the village together. She's like a good pal after a messalicious break-up.
After our ride I gave her a solid brush and she fell asleep. What a darling.
|Llamas. Are you even a farm if you don't have llamas.|
I still need to work out how I'm going to stay sane this winter. Money is tight till the flat is let or sold so my Stage 3 is on hold. And I'm preparing myself for the fact that Zed might not mend. The bicycle has been dusted off and I'm back to riding which are both good things...but...I need a plan. A trusty plan. I need some excitement and hope in my life. Phil understands. We keep watching Rocky films and staring at each other.
Tiny voice says: "Let the plan incubate."
* Soup is definitely something to consider if, like me, you count vegetarian pizza as 'basically a salad'. I'm sure it offsets some of the damage. I feel, based on zero science whatsoever, that I could live to 90 just by eating soup every day.