St Justin

My brother is an absolute saint. Each day he takes lunch down to my 81 year old mum who lives in a cottage in his garden. He prepares her enticing, nutritious meals so that she doesn't have to gas herself using her cooker. She lost her sense of smell some years ago so a cooker is out of the question since she'd fall asleep and not smell gas/burning.

However, her sense of taste is, surprisingly, completely intact so she delights in her daily lunch arrival. Today it was coleslaw, beetroot, prawns, smoked salmon and tabouleh followed up by cherry crumble and custard. I'm tempted to look hungry and helpless next time I see my lovely brother.