Life in a bowl of Lentils.

It's a Monday evening, I'm cold and very tired (which is a bit grim because it's only the beginning of the week!)  The flat is a tip, the laundry basket is full as usual, and I have two kids who are home from school and hungry, waiting for dinner. I'd like to be able to say that within all of this I am struck by the wonder of little things and small moments of gratitude etc etc, but actually I'm not. We all have moments like this when every little thing feels overwhelming, and I feel so prickly and cranky that I don't know what could make it better.

But at least I have a pot of lentils on the hob. Not because it's a cold autumnal day outside and I thought that a bowl of lentils would be lovely and warming, but simply because it's the only conceivable thing to cook in my cupboard, because I haven't got round to doing the weekly shop.

So here we are, a bowl of the lentils...

There's that saying from the film Forrest Gump, 'Life is like a box of chocolates...'

My saying today is, "Life is like a bowl of Lentils because sometimes that's all that's left in the cupboard."

Much love to you dear friends. Have a great week! xxx