Home Alone

Home Alone

This has been a great day and I have done nothing except for
making my own food they way I like it my wife is away for a few
days she likes to cook but isn’t good at it so we eat at a small cafe
nearby three times a week the food is always fresh there nothing
frozen fish is the morning catch, so she says and she loves fish
I would have too if it hadn’t been for those pesky little bones.
At the cafe and since I do not eat bread, potatoes or rice the cook
always give me plenty of salad. Me, I eat fish too if it is disguised to
look like a pork chop. My diet used to be of the Teutonic sort, but
since diabetes struck carbohydrates and fatty foods are out.
I have some soup for breakfast my big meal is midday or lunch,  
a baked apple for the in-between meal and vegetable soup with a bit of
meat in for my evening meals. My friends, whisky and red wine parted, a tearful goodbye, we meet in the booze section of the supermarket and we remember the old days, as a surrogate friend I drink a bottle or two of cold pilsner lager made in former Czechoslovakia and that is ok but the beer never made me get up and do the Tonga.