Plate

I made salmon & scrambled egg on toast for Alex & my tea tonight. He made a big deal out of the fact that I'd made it.
After all this time, he still fails to realise that despite liking nice food, food, mealtimes & eating does not appear anywhere near the top of my agenda.

The nostalgia? The plate is what I used to eat my Saturday hot pot from in my younger days. It's found it's way into my possession.