Keith has suddenly decided that he is on a diet. Maybe it was the prospect of a visit to the doctor's yesterday morning and the fear that the doctor would ask him how his diet was going - that's the one he's supposed to have been following since their last meeting, but I departed to do the shopping with strict instructions to get lots of salad ingredients, or as Keith refers to it, lots of 'grass'.
Now Keith is very much an 'all or nothing' man. The concept of 'a happy medium' is totally outside his comprehension, which means that, now he has decided on a salad-based diet, we are condemned to eat nothing but salad until he gets bored and reverts to 'normal' eating.
"But I am just wondering about variations on a theme," he mused yesterday afternoon, and then his face brightened.
"Could we have deep fried salad?"