“What’s this?” I asked, laughing. (I knew very well that it was the remnants of last night’s repast – just not the good bits – the broccoli was a tad water-logged and soft!)

“I would have thrown it away if it had just been for myself,” Chris explained, “But then I thought about how you complained that we don’t eat enough vegetables… especially when I do the cooking!”

I howled with laughter (not dissimilar to Calamity Jane when Wild Bill Hickok is dressed as an Indian squaw!).

“Well,” Chris continued, “I thought you might enjoy to finish them off for a nice little snack today.”

Incidentally, the appetizing looking brown stuff in the bowl next to the broccoli is the remnants of my breakfast of All Bran. Woe is me.