I get an sms from S this evening:
“am leaving now, have hunger pangs”
S had been delayed at work for a farewell so as soon as I got the message I got to work on dinner — nothing flash — just a chicken and pineapple stirfry.
Once S was home we were not even halfway through dinner when S pushed the plate aside and said (rather meekly):
“Sorry, I’m full. I had a little snackie before leaving work”
“A snack?” I asked.
“Just a little one” S replied.
“What”
“Just two hamburgers…. but they were little ones.”