Tom Archer's Ready Meals

Well, no, it's an Aged Parental Food Parcel, from the International Red Crusty.

Since I started living alone again, the Aged Ps have never quite believed me capable of cooking for myself. Despite all the physical evidence to the contrary, they are determined to ensure I take at least one square, or at worst, rectangular, meal back with me after I've visited them.

Here it is. A TV dinner from the era of 405 line black & white Bakelite sets.

It's very kind and good of them really :-)