Out for a Curry

We went for a curry tonight – three shop staff and five customers celebrating a birthday. For reasons of internet security I won’t tell you who was having a birthday, which birthday it was or what the exact date is. I can, however, tell you that it wasn’t mine.

I had a nice mild curry, drank tonic water and only spilt down my shirt once. My days of raucous behaviour and painfully hot curries are over. As my 60th birthday chugs over the horizon I have finally discovered the benefits of middle age.

Life is good/

The only fly in the ointment was that I was late due to a heavily congested ring road, but as the people in the crash were clearly having a worse day than me I listened to the radio and tried patience.

I’m not sure I like patience so I may revert to shouting next time it happens.

That’s all for now.

16 thoughts on “Out for a Curry

  1. Clare Pooley

    My husband would agree wholeheartedly with you about curries. Only mild ones these days, no lager and it’s a good night with only one spill down the shirt!

  2. higgledypiggledymom

    As you get older, you can shout at car indignities more, or people will think maybe you’re singing with the song on the radio. I think perhaps fist waving might give them a clue. You make me laugh.

  3. Laurie Graves

    Oh, the aging digestive system! Most of the time, when Clif and I go out, we have to hit the baking soda and water when we come back. Never mind! We enjoy ourselves when we are out, even though we know we will pay the price later on. 😉 Still, tempering the curry is probably a good idea. You don’t want to pay too much of a price.


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