I absolutely loved driving.

I wanted to be a race car driver for some time. I used to take longer routes in purpose. I dreamed with a 4x4. 

It's been 5 months since I gave up driving.

When you have a car, all car-ish things seem pretty normal and mundane: expending a fortune in fuel; wasting time trying to find a parking space; stopping in the double yellow like "just for a minute"; yelling at people unable to learn how to drive in a roundabout; being trapped in traffic jams; wasting your Sundays at the garage or getting upset because "someone" touched the upholstery with chocolate hands.

Porrusalda or Leek Casserole

This week I haven’t been much around the kitchen. My mum has come to stay with us over Christmas so why would I cook myself having my mum around? Let me tell you something: my mum is an absolutely amazing cook. I don’t know how she does it but even if we use the same ingredients in the same proportions and we follow exactly the same recipe, mine never tastes as good as hers.

Additionally, as every Christmas, the viruses have come to stay with us as well, and I've been dragging my body from the sofa to the bed leaving a trail of snotty hankies behind me.

So I’ve been really taking advantage of my mum, bless her, letting her do all the cooking.