Simple Supper

I dedicate this blip to LeeAnne because, as you can see, my baked beans touch the toast, the cheese underneath and the poached egg. She told me as she ferried me back from the WGH that she hates her beans to touch anything else on a plate.

Such are our conversations as she drives me back and forth from my radiotherapy appointments. Our luck at being taken early ran out today and we had a bit of a wait, but we did miss the heavy showers. Only one more appointment tomorrow and the treatment is done and dusted, leaving me to concentrate on my busted ankle ……and the fish and chips celebratory supper tomorrow with LeeAnne.