Lasagna

It has been sitting on the sideboard growing a fine layer of mould for five days now.

The lasagna, I mean. Not me.

I have been too busy talking to the wall. There is one particular part of the wall in the living-room which seems to show the faint outline of Mrs Colin's silhouette in its shadows.

I'm sure I'm not just imagining it.

I am going to have lasagna for dinner tonight, I think.