Wednesday 23rd August – eveningAs I am dishing up the lasagne for supper, Humps comes in the kitchen, hugs and kisses me. “Have you had a nice day, darling?”
I am so pleased to see him. “Let’s say it hasn’t been boring.”
“We wouldn’t want our Mary getting bored, would we?
“No, we wouldn’t. Come on, darling, it’s ready. Zia made lasagne this morning and gave me some to bring home. Isn’t that lovely of her?”
“Jolly nice of her. She’s doing takeaways now, is she?”
“I think lasagne are only for family,” I say.
“Probably cooks all the time to keep ennui at bay.”
“I don’t think so. She has lots of friends, they keep her occupied. She just delights in feeding all and sundry.”
“From what you tell me, she certainly has a lot of coming and going, to and from her house.”
“Yes, she does,” I s
