Random reminder

Press, 29 May 1985, Page 46

Random reminder

TRUTH WILL OUT

They had been married a bare two months, but were already settling into their flat and a routine. Both had jobs which would, they hoped enabled them to have enough for the deposit on a house before too long. During the week their evening meals were a bit scratchy, though she did her best. But at the weekend, having, with the help of her devoted husband, done the washing and cleaned the flat, she could spend time on preparing a good meal. She wasn’t sure what the good eating would do to her husband’s volume and weight, but she herself was one of those people whose weight hardly varied. This Saturday night she prepared her husband’s current favourite, baked steak with lots of onions and gravy accompanied by potatoes, peas and carrots. For her own choice she made one of her

favourite apple puddings, visualising the day when veges and fruit would all be fresh from their own garden. The meal was served, the first course appreciated by both. She began her second helping of pudding, savouring each delicious mouthful as a reward after a long day. Her husband, content with one helping, sat and gazed at her. “He’s looking so intently,” she thought, “just the way a newly-married husband should be looking at his wife,” and she felt a glow of elation. “In a minute,” she thought, “he’ll be saying how much he loves me, how lucky he is and even, perhaps, how pretty I look.” She beamed at him. At last he spoke. “You're a very small person,” he said, “and I’ve been wondering WHERE ALL THAT FOOD GOES.”