Dinner for two

I arrived home late last night, having called J en route to tell him not to worry about cooking for me since he had to pop off to vote at the tediously weary AGM for our building. (Very responsible, unlike one of the directors who flunked off with that common malaise: 'Choir Practice'). Anyway, to my surprise, I found a half eaten prawn curry on a plate in an otherwise pristine kitchen. It had my name on it. Figuratively only - what it really had was a fork rested on the plate, which, if I'd examined it, was unclean and therefore 'in use'. In my defence, I had said: 'If you cook something, leave me a taste'. Since portion control isn't one of his strengths (no jokes please), I assumed this was my 'taster'. Reheat and consume. At 10pm after the meeting hosts had run out of Russian booze, he came bounding up the stairs to say 'hullo' and 'I need to finish my food as it was too hot to eat earlier...' Oooo dear. I'd be the kind of animal who sated herself before feeding her starving young.