Once home, William and I unpacked
a bizarre assortment of food. There
were mostly tins, lentils and peaches,
diced tomatoes and beetroot. William
pulled any ugly face. Also a pack of
stale rolls and some plain biscuits,
half a carton of eggs, powdered milk
and some dish-washing liquid. We
didn’t own a single cookbook. I’d
need to look up some simple recipes
on the internet. I scanned my phone.
William was eyeballing the biscuits.
I couldn’t imagine he’d take much
pleasure in a tomato and lentil stew.
Nevertheless I opened two tins and
set to work. The smell was disgusting.
William kicked the skirting board and
slunk away. I noticed that the biscuits