Bank holiday Monday, and no silly mistakes such as booking lessons before I realised it. Actually I did one, but that mistake was soon rectified with the happy acquiescence of S. A glance out of the window suggests that "plan A", ie a day of idleness watching England loose the test match at Old Trafford, may not be on the cars. The rain is tanking down and the sky is that glowering, unyielding grey which suggests it is there to stay.
Imagine our surprise then when we switch on the telly to see bright blue skies in Manchester. Okay, it's blowing a force ten storm, but they can't have everything can they.
For a match they should have lost by a mile, things go surprisingly easily for England. All of a sudden the demons have vanished from the pitch, and Vettori, who had been tipped to demolish England, looks toothless.
England make a few attempts to throw it away in the afternoon, but New Zealand seem equally keen to throw it away, and in the end England gain a strangely easy victory.
And so to the evening and my chicken tikka surprise. An increase in income seems to be being quite literally swallowed up by my taste for takeaway fare. Let's review.
Thursday; Thai, Friday;Curry, Saturday; Chinese, Monday; curry. Can't be good for health or wallet, surely?
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