Kidneys were on his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly, righting her breakfast things on the humpy tray. Gelid light and air were in the kitchen but out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere. Made him feel a bit peckish.
The coals were reddening.
Another slice of bread: three, four: right. She didn't like her plate full. Right. He turned from the tray, lifted the kettle off the hob and sent it sideways on the fire. It sat there, dull and squat it's spout stuck out. Cup of tea soon. Good. Mouth dry.
The cat walked stiffly round a leg of the table with tail on high.