This food diary is a bit of a thing. I’m out of bread so haven’t bothered to eat breakfast this morning and have just squeezed a couple of oranges and eaten a plum. I feel I should be a better example.
The Sage has letters for me to write, but he has gone out. Someone called round to see him, so I’ve said call back in a few minutes. Then the Sage will talk to him instead of telling me about the letters.
I feel that it is not going to be a very productive morning.
I will do housework until he’s ready for me to start. How dull and yet how useful. I will be glad of it later, I daresay.