Being around eleven o’clock in the morning, about the right time for a little something, I was glad to see him getting out plates and mugs. He looked over to me and asked, ‘Honey or condensed milk with your bread?’

And being as excited as I am, I said ‘Both’ and decided to add, so as not to seem greedy, ‘But don’t bother about the bread, please.’

When I had finished, humming to myself in a rather sticky voice, I got up, shook him lovingly, and said that I must be going.

‘Must you?’ he said politely.

‘Well’, I said, ‘I could stay a little longer if it-if you’ and I tried very hard to look in the direction of the larder.

‘As a matter of fact,’ he said, ‘I was going out myself directly.’

‘Oh well, then, I’ll be going on. Good bye’ I said, looking very disappointed.

‘Well good bye, if you’re sure you won’t have any more.’

‘Is there any more?’ I asked quickly.

He took the covers off the dishes, and said ‘No, there isn’t.’

‘I thought not’, I said, nodding to myself. ‘Well Good-bye, I must be going on.’