My kitchen table at the moment

Maryhen came round yesterday with poetry and laughter, and the lovely little posy. The pills are steriods while I'm having radiation treatment. They stimulate my appetite (besides whatever else they're supposed to do), and I'm having a wonderful time indulging this appetite. My fridge is full of cold ham, pork pies, chutneys, cheeses (I used to be a vegetarian!), and I can't get into my freezer for sorbets. I have a cartoon image of myself coming to one day, surrounded by all this food and going Huh?