Old Indian saying, 'slowly slowly catchy monkey'. Things are softening at The Highrise. While there was no dinner again tonight, I found some beautifully presented beef curry, rice, peas and carrots in the fridge for dinner. It was from last week and only a very small serve.
R is out tomorrow, taking old people to some outer suburb for lunch. He gets a free lunch. I will cook fried rice tomorrow night, lest I starve to death. R may or may not eat some. He has barely eaten for two days, so he must be hungry. I bought him a doughnut today from Bread Top at QV, but it sits uneaten on the bench. I think he did have a packet cup of soup for dinner.
But I am hungry for a proper meal. I am not game to have the other half of the can of soup from last night that sits in fridge. I left it out overnight on the stove top before putting it into the fridge this morning. I will have it for lunch, when ambulances are not so busy.
Today I pondered what I would have for lunch when I was out. Not having had a proper dinner last night, I justified having KFC, only a couple of chicken wings and a few chips. I only ever buy a snack at the chain fast food places, but I would die for a big bucket of original recipe fried KFC chicken and see the grease run down my hand to my wrist and then down my arm.