He could feel eyes on him as he made his way back to the table. Sitting down, he felt slightly more uneasy as the look on his wife’s face may have been made slightly more beautiful if she could’ve had daggers coming out of her eye sockets. Through tightly-clenched teeth, supposing nobody would notice her talking, she asked me if I thought I could fit any more food on my plate, sarcasticly adding the query of whether I may have been paying homage to Mount Everest.

“It’s all good food, honey, and half my plate is vegetables, as I don’t want to overdo the junk food too much.”

Still clenching her teeth, she ventriloquised rather pathetically, “Overdo the junk food? Do you even know what the word overdo means?”

“Please darling, it isn’t every day we celebrate a birthday at an all-you-can-eat top-class buffet restaurant. The food looks and smells so delicious, it’s hard to resist.”

“I can see that. What about your diet?” The iciness in her voice was absolutely frigid.

“Yeah, I’ll be back on it tomorrow…”