10.40. twas not i who was heartless, sending my benefactor out into the howling night to get dinner from the late night burrito shop. i started cooking for two while he was in the shower, so that he might have a hot dinner after his long and trying day, but he wanted his burrito, and a man who has had as long and trying a day as he shall have whatever he desires for dinner. i realise i have turned into a singapore mother when i say to him, frowning, but why do you want to eat outside food? anyway, here i am, twenty minutes later, once more with beef broth.