Maybe I'll Have Noodles

In the kitchen with Andy, waiting for vegetables to cook, talking about Dead Can Dance's last album. Off to the pub after dinner. Mid-weeker down the Evening Star. Too many buses for the day, one back from work, one back to the pub, one back home again.
Must remember to get my washing out when I return. Must remember to dry it for tomorrow.
Andy confronts his dinner with a puzzled stance.
My vegetables boil.
I still haven't decided what to have with them yet. I would have had ham but I need to save that for my sandwiches tomorrow.
Maybe I'll have noodles.