Late dinner

My sister and I ate dinner quite late tonight because Annie - who normally gets home first - is working this evening and we had to wait for Martin. By the time he arrived, gave us our medication and served our food, I was starving, and screaming at the top of my voice. (I always shout immediately before being fed; I've done it since I was a kitten. At the back of my mind I fear that if I didn't make a noise, I wouldn't get any food.)

I wasn't particularly enthusiastic about my cold cod and biscuits tonight, but it looked better than what Martin ate. As he didn't have Annie to cook for, he just boiled some noodles and tossed them with beansprouts, shredded carrot, a couple of chillies, spring onions and some szechuan chilli oil. I ask you - where was the meat? He'd finished in ten minutes. Then he made a loaf of bread (that's something I do quite like sometimes, but more to suck on than to eat) with one-third granary flour, one-third white, and some shredded sundried tomatoes. While he was listening to The Archers he made a dudhi curry for tomorrow evening. (Dudhi is a marrow-like vegetable he found in Tesco. Martin says they've gone all multi-cultural since the asylum seekers moved in to Springburn.) In addition to the dudhi itself, it contained peanuts, coconut, chillies, mustard seeds, cummin and ginger.

After dinner I sat half way up the stairs while Mart messed about on the computer. When he goes downstairs to watch the telly, I should get a chance to curl up on the sofa.