It is nearly lunch time and there is absolutely nothing in the fridge apart from orange juice, half a bottle of wine, half a jar of home-made mincemeat and various sauces, mayonnaise, vinaigrettes, etc. However, it is sparkling clean thanks to Mr absent – I just did the sorting and chucking. I had the last slice of bread toasted for breakfast. The fruit bowl is empty. I think I shall have to go shopping – and then maybe I shall pop into my favourite coffee shop for a sandwich (always served with salad on the side).