He would then have a headache, from too much ale and from hitting his head on the chairs. He would want to rest for a little while, so his headache would go away. You would get him all settled in, when he would suddenly realise it was time for afternoon tea. He would then jump out of bed and dash to the pantry, forgetting his headache in his haste to eat.
He would open the pantry only to remember that he had eaten the last of the sponge cake after luncheon. So you would agree to help him make some, because he had his heart set on it, and you couldn�t bear to see him disappointed. He would eat some biscuits while cooking the cake, as he couldn�t wait until the cake was finished to eat. You would help him mix up the cake and get it in the oven, and while it was baking he would remember he needed to weed his garden. He would go outside, start pulling up weeds, then get hungry again. While washing the dirt off, he would start smelling the cake, and realise it was ready. He would run to the kitchen and pull the cake out, just as the clock struck for dinner.
He would hurry around the kitchen, getting the table ready for dinner, piling it high with food. He'd set the cake out to be eaten as soon as dinner was over, then sit down to eat. Just as he sat down, he would realise he left the mushrooms on the counter. He would bring them to the table and start to eat one. Then, of course, he would want a mug of ale to go with it.