Looking forward to Masterchef tonight. Which is a bit rich considering I've just dropped a frozen pie into the oven.
Whatever next?
Tights? Instead of stockings.
Sad? Instead of chipper.
Savings? Instead of splashings.

This temporary dissing of excellent home cooked food is because I can't bear to hear the sound of a tinkering knife and fork when mum is glum.
I'm coming out in sympathy so will quickly enter the kitchen, cut into the hot Sainsbury's steak and kidney pie and swallow rapidly.... without much joy or company. Lone dining is sometimes best. Not often just sometimes.

Just for the record...I'm actually KEEPING a log of everything she eats, even a lone cream cracker gets noted.
:(

P.S.
My left thumb came up last night, all mauve and hot it was. Kept tapping it but it wouldn't deflate.