Waitrose again: Chicken Saag Masala, Lamb Bhuna and Chana Masala. The chicken in particular was very good. But I'm feeling guilty about the laziness and all the packaging that this sort of dinner entails. I need to come up with a new idea.
Bernard is under the weather. At teatime he got very upset when I tried to feed him lentil and tomato mush, and blew such powerful snotty raspberries that he sprayed me in the face. Lovely. Once again he managed pudding without a protest, though: mashed cinnamon pears with crumbled Boots organic rusk. But he is sick and needs to get something down him, so I let it go. I'm soft.
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