The reason it took me a while to get started with this, and why there are so many days missing, is that news of illness in the family has hit us a bit like a torpedo whooshing into a submarine's side.
For a week or so, I completely forgot to use my bowl, as my focus on my "self" inevitably trickled away. The emphasis moves to survival, and once again, it's not about me.
But spending a couple of days back at home, I made some smoked salmon and scrambled eggs, which didn't quite fit in the bowl, but pudding did - and there it is, above.
Despite all the goodness, I developed a headache in the afternoon - brought on by trying not to cry, then deep frowns when the trying failed. So I had to bring in a trusty friend, Berocca.
We lit a fire to burn off the haar in the evening, and the cup and bowl were host to red wine and chocolate popcorn, and then the last of the cherries, which go surprisingly well with a Sicilian red.
This morning is our first properly wet day since we moved to Dunbar, and it's so misty we can't see the sea at all. We had to light lamps so that we could see our breakfast, and breakfast had to be suitably warming. Porridge with raspberries and toasted flax seeds.
It's not just using different dishes to the boys that is raising their hackles.
It's the precisely ten minutes spent uploading the pictures that is too much for them to spare.
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