Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
Lovage: The only good part of the title. I can’t believe I’ve gone 39 years without it. It looks like big flat leaf parsley but with a much stronger celery-like flavour. Just a bit of it can transform a sauce. Just amazing with fish. Or anywhere that you think a super-intense celery taste might work. Very easy to grow, which you’ll have to do as I’ve never seen it in shops.
Banks: The woman at the bank today told me they’re no longer going to allow cash withdrawals at the teller. And that the maximum at the cash machine is €450 per withdrawal with a €1000 cap per seven day period. I did not react well. I organise my life as to leave the house as little as possible. Part of that is not having to go to the bank to get money more than once a month. I told them that if they can’t accommodate me I’ll find another bank that will. It’s unbelievable that apart from us paying them for the privilege of them holding on to our money, now we can’t even access it as we see fit.
Heat: It’s hot.
Hips: Mike is at the hospital having a consult with an orthopaedic surgeon. He needs a hip replacement. It’s an easy routine operation these days. I had one after a car accident years ago. It still works. Mike’s been limping a bit even though I told him to stop because it’s undignified. He says he can’t help it. He’s a complainer. When he fell from the stairs in Spain he moaned all the way to the hospital. I’ve never understood why people make noise when injured. It seems counterproductive. Aren’t you alerting predators that you’re vulnerable?