EATING WITH SAM
Sam’s house was a mess but he never noticed it. He was always too busy thinking about other things. Mainly how to make something or invent something or at least work on something. He liked to think of himself as a bit of a designer. So his house, including his kitchen was always full of half finished objects made out of paper or cardboard or wood. He stood in the middle of of it all and put another three big potatoes to the pan and decided to fry an extra egg. He wondered why he was cooking so much. He knew that when Alice would come back to house from wherever she’d been because she always did on Assembly days, and then she’d only eat a bit of lettuce and if she was hungry, a tomato, so he was cooking mainly for himself. So why was he boiling so many spuds? I’m starving,
