He cuddled up in bed this morning and when I said that his face was cold he said that he would have a "hot dinner", as if it didn't matter.
Then said that he didn't LIKE a Christmas dinner and would have a Christmas Packed lunch. Fine. It was all organised. Shite packed lunch with veg and fruit as usual.
Came home and said there was, "tur-hey" and TEN peas and roast detotoes and three sprouts and two sausages. Very precise 
I don't think he did more than licked or sniffed it but it is progress. I remember the days where I would come into the room and he would threaten to sling the plate!