He had been deprived of his wife’s expertise in the kitchen for almost three years now and his body ached with the eager anticipation of the delights that awaited him. He was already envisaging that big, brown cooking dish full of hot pot crowned by a thick, golden brown crust; juicy red cabbage with vinegar running out to accompany it. He was almost salivating at the thought of a steaming steak and kidney pudding being placed on the table in front of him.He had just two small regrets. The first was that he had not sent his wife a note to say that he was coming home so that she could have had a nice suet pudding just reaching its point of maturity as he walked through the door. He didn’t much like that writing business and he generally got Edward to write his letters home.The second was that his wife would expect him to sit down and do all that catching up stuff, all that being nice and lovey-dovey and everything, before he could hope to sit down to a good solid meal. It was bad enough after he’d been out at work all day and, when all he wanted was his pint mug of strong, hot tea and a big plate of tasty food, she’d be wanting to know what he’d been doing all day and telling him what the neighbours had been up to.
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