The internet said it was National Carbonara Day so she’d make that as something different.
The cooking went well, the kitchen smelled wonderful, but there was still no Stan at six pm.
Vera could set her watch by him strolling in at 5.45 always ready for dinner at six.
The door flew open, Stan rushed in, embraced her, waved at the cooking and said, ‘Forget that, darling. We’re off to that new Italian restaurant we’ve heard about. It’s National Carbonara Day!’
