"The food here tastes like dog shît."
Once Elle had finished work and collected Trent from school, they'd gone straight to visit Mae. The elderly woman wasn't in the best of moods, but her complaints showed she was feeling much more herself. The nursing staff took notice of this, and seemed to find her cursing and sour expression endearing.
"And how would you know what that tastes like, Nan?" Elle said with a subtle eye roll. "It's hardly going to be haute cuisine - It's a hospital."
"Yes, but all I'm saying is that how can people get better if they're expected to get by on a diet of stale Shepherd's pie and defrosted peas whilst they're here?"
Mae pushed food around the plate with her fork, her puckered mouth downturning into an unimpressed frown. She'd waved away Elle's requests for
