chipotle

I like chipotle a lottle. Maybe I like the word more than I like the taste, but anyways I was excited to find some chipotle flavoured coleslaw and it certainly helped me enjoy my tea last night. Maybe I like spice more than I think? I also love cinnamon and am surprised that a search in my blog says I've never used the word before. Cinnamon was also my peace dancing name at uni. I was reminded yesterday about my love of peace dancing arnd realised it's 11 years since I've done any. Maybe that's why there's so much warring going on (my fault, obvs).
Until I've had my counselling call, my main concern is how I am going to phone up a solicitor which isn't my own to state clearly what I want them to do (stop contacting my solicitor). My solicitor has a minimum charge of a tenth of an hour, which at £220 an hour, plus 20% VAT means it costs me a day's wage (at my part time hourly rate) for her to just open an unsolicited letter. Who'd have thought communication could be so costly...

Part of my counselling session was on how I struggle when I think I've caused harm, cos that "do no harm" rule seems so fundamental. This afternoon we discovered that the mice we'd created a "nature area" for have drowned in a bucket we'd let fill with rain water. I feel inordinately sad about it. And also very grateful that my boyfriend was over and dealt with the situation. But I also feel very pleased with how I dealt with the official phonecall, in which I was friendly and polite. Go me :D