I assume that she's gone for her lunch now too, because he has demanded something to eat.
A girlfriend, on for a chat. We chat. We talk about lots of inconsequential things. For about 20 minutes.
I hang up the phone and realise that I can smell the sandwich-maker in the kitchen.
I go in and am greeted by this:
I'll just clarify the photo for you - it's the sandwich-maker (on and gently wafting smoke) a half-spread piece of bread (spread with mayonnaise. using a fork). A sad looking bit of gammon.
And a tiny note.
Here's the note:
Happy Sunday people :-)