Green jelly and tinned peaches

I had a 6-month hiatus from Meals on Wheels when aforementioned sibling returned to the fold. This was fantastic - I'm not one of those people who can eat the same thing day in, day out - and the 10 meals of gristly beef stew I had in a row last December nearly did me and my relatively recent omnivorous status in. What with my brother now moving a little further away and me being incapacitated after the excellent but reckless nuptial shindig, it's time for Meals on Wheels to make a return. They now have little printed labels instead of hand-written ones, and the price has increased from $5.70 to $6.50 a meal. Groceries are getting so much dearer, if you lived solely on a pension and relied on Meals on Wheels for 2 main meals a day it would be unaffordable. Though I guess you could eat the Meals on Wheels at lunch and yoghurt for dinner. I'm always making mental contingency plans in case I lose my three local family members in a car accident. It’s practical, not morbid. The lady that delivered my meal today is my favourite, we greeted each other with a hug, she’d been wondering where I'd gotten to. "Never fear," I said, "I'm still here. And married, furthermore." Meanwhile she'd been on a Pacific Cruise. Good for her. Today she was training a new volunteer, a young woman who looked about my age. She had a beautiful smile and was simply but immaculately dressed. I had a wan pallor and was trembling with pain. I very much hoped she didn’t feel sorry for me. I should have written her name down so I could remember it for next time.