During the autumn, he did make some attempt, which mainly concerned being honest with me when he had bought chicken fried rice at lunch-time in between jobs, but then he decided that some exercise might be beneficial, which is difficult for him because of his leg and ankle problems.
The solution was to buy an indoor bike trainer like this.
It fits onto the rear wheel of his bike and he can cycle off merrily into the virtual sunset. The fact that it now occupies central position in the conservatory, I am willing to overlook - for now, for the greater good.
We do start the day well. We have porridge, but in Keith's case, it falls down almost immediately, as he insists on adding things. So, by the time it has been liberally sprinkled with sugar and raisins and doused with honey, he might as well be eating sugar frosted, chocolate coated, honey pops.
Maybe, things can be saved at lunch-time if he manages to force the van to drive past the Chinese/fish and chip shops on his route - and wherever he has to go on any given day, it seems that there is always at least one of those within touching distance!
Of course, there is always the evening meal to redeem things. This is generally some sort of combination of meat or fish and vegetables. (You want exotic? Don't come to me!) Can't go wrong with that, you might think.
Wrong! It is apparently completely unpalatable without liberal sprinklings of salt and about two ounces of butter.
Then there may be a sandwich or handful of biscuits later in the evening. ("Well, we have to have supper, don't we?" he protests.)
Oh well, at least the spirit is willing.
The flesh still has a little way to go!
