Xardos was miserable today. He suffers from depression when his blood-sugar gets too low. I had promised to take him out for breakfast but I didn't stop working on the damned novel until about midday. Eventually he snapped. I quickly took him out for tea and mushrooms on toast but he didn't speak again until this evening. Finally he said, "I'm hungry". The only food in the house was a can of duck confit and haricot beans. When I tried to open the can, the can opener succumbed to metal fatigue. With Xardos prowling and scowling I took to the can with a hammer and screwdriver.
Ordinary fool
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