I am going out to lunch today with friend S, who is collecting me at 12.30 - it is a while since we met so there is bound to be plenty to catch up on.
Now to the stolen fruit. My physiotherapist advised me to lose a stone in weight in order to help my arthritic knee and arthritic ankle (not on the same leg to complicate matters), so for the last couple of months I have eaten no potatoes, no bread, no cake and almost no fried food. And I have achieved the weight loss. And unless the weather is damp there is definitely an improvement in my mobility.
But this morning after clearing the breakfast things, loading the dishwasher, making the bed and generally tidying round, it was still only eight thirty and I felt like a sit down by the Aga. I also felt like a round of Aga toast with butter and marmalade - correction - I craved a round of Aga toast with butter and marmalade.
So I made myself a whole pot of 'proper' coffee (Taylor's Lazy Sunday, my preferred blend), popped the Aga toaster under the lid and made myself a round of toast, spread it thickly with butter and marmalade, sat in the chair with the Times crossword and indulged myself. I don't think toast has ever tasted so good.
Do you have secret indulgences (the farmer was down the fields so I knew I wouldn't be caught out)? If so I would love to hear what they are (and John, you needn't tell us about yours - I think the whole world now knows that Scotch eggs were created entirely to tempt you).
**Back from lunch - a delicious ham and cheese wrap with salad.