"We've got some ready meals that need eating up," he said as he held a chicken korma. "I'll put it in the fridge. Don't forget to eat it," he said. So this evening I got it out of the fridge and thought I'd better check the date. 10th February. It's in the recycling bucket.
Lamb chops marinated (or is that marinaded?) in mint sauce, carrots, peas, and some sort of sliced spuds in a creamy sauce with spinach (from M&S, we must have won the lottery).
All delicious, it's been nothing but chips and microwave grub for days, so a welcome nosh.
No I did not Frazz My nose, or mouth for that matter, went nowhere near it. Ten days was too long for me and anyway I haven't got the concrete lining that Himself seems to have.
Just had the most amazing sausage and bacon roll, none of your Gr*ggs rubbish, proper butchers shop meat from the butcher just round the corner. He charges handsomely but it was a worthwhile treat after a walk with Hartley AND Bailey. We were Bailey-sitting for an hour. It was a bit like Fred Basset's walk always ending up at the pub.