Erica Buist was close to her boyfriend’s father: they shared a house,holidays,
a like of wine. But when he died suddenly, or her life changed in unexpected ways I’m snooping in a dead man’s fridge. It’s not an official postmortem,but he’s still upstairs in his bed and I need an acknowledge now.
It confirms the assumption I’ve already made. Everything he’s been eating for years is stacked on the shelves, like an NHS ad for how to drop dead of heart disease. White bread. Hard cheese. Soft cheese. Cream cheese. Wheels of brie. Bacon. Chorizo. Sausages. Milk. And a few forgotten baby tomatoes, and wrinkled with age.
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Source: theguardian.com