February 4, 2016

Dinner for one



      All the same, the overcast skies and dripping rain spread a pall of sadness over the little house, with its simple bare rooms. There was nobody else looking over it except for a middle-aged woman wearing a mackintosh pixie hood and transparent rain boots over her shoes. She was carrying a shopping bag full of books, over which lay the brightly coloured packet of a 'frozen dinner for one.' Leonora could see the artistically delineated slices of beef with dark brown gravy, a little round Yorkshire pudding, two mounds of mashed potato and brilliantly green peas. Her first feeling was her usual one of contempt for anybody who could live in this way, then, perhaps because growing unhappiness had made her more sensitive, she saw the woman going home to a cosy solitude, her dinner heated up in twenty-five minutes with no bother of preparation, books to read while she ate it, and the memory of a visit to Keats' house to cherish.
from The Sweet Dove Died, by Barbara Pym




4 comments:

Lisa said...

It sounds like a lovely evening, but I'll pass on the dinner :)

I have this one in the TBR stacks still.

Audrey said...

Me, too. Thank goodness for leftovers. :)

Chloe said...

This story is so close to me. It feels like some part of the life.

Cosy Books said...

Immediately want to find a copy and get stuck in, Audrey! I love quotes about mealtimes...although, we heat up meals in much less time these days. Still, microwaves don't hold a candle when it comes to the charm of a gas-ring.

By the way, loving 'What Maisie Knew' so far. At page 21 and already want to slap a couple of characters! I would say that James has done a pretty good job of roping me in.