Sometimes, there's a reason for things

I've just had my evening meal. Some of it, at least. When I was shopping on Monday, I saw something I hadn't had for many years, and it was on special offer, too, so, OK, let's go for it. Sadly, there seems to have been one main reason for the low price of this particular comestible - it wasn't very nice. There's an adage about getting what you pay for. I should've remembered. So that's kippers off the menu! At least the pasta I had to go with it was palatable.
I've started re-reading The Moralist. I won't give too many spoilers away this time (I was suitably chastised, Jay!), but the subversion in the plot is what appeals to me the most. There's more to most stories, at least those with any degree of realism, than simplistic black and white, and it's nice to see that portrayed sometimes, even if you have to voyage well away from the mainstream to find it.
This post has been punctuated by my wife ringing. For once, we managed to have a conversation about finances without ending up at each others' throats. There is a possible way forward, at least on one front, albeit that I'm going to have to bite the bullet of my early retirement plans being put in jeopardy, in all probability. Not so much jam tomorrow as jam next decade, and that's if I'm lucky.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B