Oh mrsk that is very frustrating, but sounds like you're having some small successes along the way to keep you bolstered.
I have got a Sicilian friend bastard who's currently making some kind of lemon cake in my kitchen. The smells are wafting through the whole flat. He's practicing as he loves cooking and wants to maybe turn it I to a business. Why that means cook them here, I don't know! I'm sort of his adopted mother, even though he's 28! Anyway, I've told him firmly we aren't trying them, sorry. The dcs will oblige obviously, and I've a couple of friends who I'll take them to tomorrow 
Well. I managed the bike ride. Ten miles round trip. Glad I didn't know that before I started. Twice along the way I seriously decided to turn back and get the car. For some weird reason my body didn't follow through, so on I pedalled. It was ever so slightly up hill most of the way there, although it looked flat! It took me an hour, and I had proper jelly legs
when I arrived. Did a quick doggy walk, and then headed back. I took my little chihuahua along with my, and she sat in the basket wrapped in reindeer fur!
Was absolutely fucking buggered when I arrived home.
I ate a lidl mozzarella and half an avocado with a big drizzle of olive oil and salt.
Dinner is about to be served, which is chilli made with African umami paste, and I'm just gonna have a titchy salad with mine.