Thursday, 8th June 2006

The helper made chicken rice tonight. It was awful, all bland and tasteless. Hazel ate her portion anyway and Mark opened a tin of silds in olive oil and had it with toast. He still ate some rice though. But I ate some rice and some of the chicken which the helper had deboned and put into the fridge with A WHOLE BOWL OF GINGER SAUCE with shallots. I swear I'll set myself on fire with the heat in my stomach right now.