Expletives defeat me

[desperance]

So the second time I forgot the rice - I was toasting spices! they required all my attention! - at least it was only a couple of minutes and I think it's recoverable. While I was draining it, I contrived to knock a plate into one sink, a pan into the other sink and a bowl onto the floor, in an ever-increasing cascade of drama. Happily, nothing broke (I caught the bowl on my foot, inches above the tiles: you would've laughed if you'd seen it), so I am busily regarding this as a good omen. Where does the space go? This kitchen is three times larger than my last, and there is never anywhere to put anything down...

Anyway. Disasters averted, time flitting away. I have to go to the store now, because chicken kofta without chicken are not of the best. And when I come back? I am starting to drink. Heavily. You can call it self-medication if it makes you feel better.