Last night's supper was met with sighs and resignation.
Oh, another "healthy" meal?
I had been too tired to cook anything elaborate so we had a spicy tuna and bean stew with couscous.
Tonight I made pesto chicken and baked potato, which I thought would be regarded as "real food".
More sighing and protests that there was too much on the plate.
After scraping some of it onto my plate to finish off I was left to work my way through it to avoid any waste.
I retreated to the laptop to catch up with messages from family.
When I popped into the sitting room I found him indoors enjoying a plate of cheese and crackers.
Oh, not too full then?