Through the Eyepiece Darkly

For a Lady who does not like to cook, today has been like wearing a hair shirt, so to speak. Soup has been made, plus another big dish of aubergine parmigiana and a gigantic vegetable stew. It was all peel, peel, peel, chop, chop chop, and now I have repetitive strain injury in the thumb holding down the vegetables in question while I attacked them with the knife.
It was all for the family coming north from Shipley and any extra family members who may or may not pop in to see them. Once a Girl Guide, always a Girl Guide, and Be Prepared is the motto of the game.

We had a second opinion on the errant boiler this morning and hope sprang eternal in our human breasts when what was done seemed to fix the problem, but it was short lived and we are back at square one and even nearer to Christmas and the Festive shutdown than is comfortable.
Peace and Goodwill to all Mankind is becoming harder to embrace the longer this saga continues.