Too Busy to Blog...

But I felt I needed to share this with you. A couple of weekends ago, we hadn’t been to Sainsbury’s for anything for our Sunday dinner. In fact, it was one of those days where I couldn’t decide what I wanted – and to be brutally honest, just could not be arsed to cook. However, at the local shop, ‘£ for £’, or whatever it’s called, they do some reasonable curries. They taste OK, they go in the microwave, and they cost £1 each. This seemed a good option to me. Obviously, if I think it’s a good idea, you just know that ‘him indoors’ will disagree. However, I think he realised that if he disagreed, (a) he would have to think of an alternative, (b) he would have to go and get it, and (c) cook it. Curry it was then! The one problem he foresaw was that there is never enough rice. Well, I disagree – I think there is enough. But, because of the meagre portions, he asked me if I would do some extra rice. Well, basically, NO. If I don’t want to cook and that’s why we are having these things, why would I want to cook extra rice – plus, as the curries themselves would be in the microwave – and I always cook rice in the microwave, the timing wouldn’t work out. So, I suggested that a reasonable alternative would be for him to get some naan bread. At first, he pulled a face, then commented that I wouldn’t be able to have one, so I suggested that he got me some poppadoms (which may not be spelt like that), which I can eat.

All went to plan. I microwaved the curries, and took his food into him. Although he had the naan bread, he also wanted 2 of the 5 poppadoms that were supposed to be mine, but it wasn’t a problem – easier to let him have them. I finished ages before he did. I know I eat far too quickly, but he was really being extra slow, I thought. Then I realised he was really struggling to eat it all – and obviously couldn’t really leave it, after his comments about there never being enough! He sat for ages with the tray of food on his knee, and he was watching TV. He must have been really determined to finish it, but had to wait a while to fit it in.

I’d washed up my plate, and had some ice cream. Still he sat with the tray. But then, all of a sudden, he exploded with the most almighty sneeze, which obviously took him by surprise. The tray landed somewhere over by the fireplace, the plate didn’t travel quite so far, the fork ended up by the door, and rice scattered across the carpet.

“Oh dear,” he said, “I had a bit of a sneeze then.”

Funnily enough – I had noticed! (As had the budgie who was nearly blown off his perch). After a while, he went to get a cloth to clear up the mess. I was unable to go into the kitchen myself, due to my trying to keep some sort of control and not laugh. (I’m laughing now, just thinking about it.) What I did notice, the other day, however, was that when he used the cloth – he didn’t actually remove the curry. He must have just used it to pick up the rice grains! It’s a bloody good job that I don’t have a pale carpet – because with him around, it would just look like a patterned one!