“What would you like, darling?”

“Lamb?”

“What lamb?”

I knew that was coming. “I don’t know!” All I can think about is the happy little lamb jumping on its 4 legs all at the same time in a green field, here I am asking for a part of the dead lamb. “God, I don’t know!”

“How many people are you feeding?”

“Five!”, that’s a lie, I’ve become a regular here and even my little man knows it’s not five of us quarantined in the flat. But he accomodates.