I do like the old-style meals, so I tend to have supper every night actually. Mmm. Can't be good for you. Hot buttered crumpets, a slice of cheese on toast to spike your dreams (lately with a sprinkle of Worcester sauce), a bowl of cereal with lashings of milk, better even than in the morning?! - some quick noodles and broth, a vodka and tonic, a mug of hot milk with a Flake melted in it, another hot bowl of whatever we had for our tea, a banana, or some humous and warm, lemony pitta, or, when in desperate get-to-bed mode, a hunk of bread from the loaf, spread with butter from the safe knife, which knife then slices you a corner of cheese from the block, stacked into a jaw-cracking, sternum-hurting doughball, washed down with a swig of the first bottle in the door of the fridge to come to hand, which if salad dressing or pasata can be a disappointment.