I didn't think there would be more than a couple of portions of curry, which were for me and Bob the Butcher when I made it yesterday, but I had more chicken than I realised, so I texted the fat little welder and said if he comes over and picks it up, there was some here for him and the long suffering Pat.
Would you believe, he wimped out. I sent an annoying text at teatime saying she's obviously feeding him too well to pass up a pot of my curry. He texted back that he was going in the bath (as if I really needed to know that) and he still wanted it.
I sent one back saying I might well have given it away to a passing stranger. Ring ring, he was on the phone moments later doing the unfed wounded puppy routine.
Just had him on again enquiring if I really did give it away to a passing stranger, cos they just happen to be in the neighbourhood later today and could pick it up (everyone who believes that stand on their head).
Actually I put it in the freezer, so he can still have it and make an ice lolly of it.
Bob the Butcher was delighted with his portion of curry this morning and was suitably impressed when I told him about the red scorpion habanero that came all the way from Moll in Baltimore from her private harvest.
Spoke to wireless Tone last night, he was about to have a blessed event. No not a dad again, he had the snip years ago. He was just going in to PC World for a new laptop, with a 500 gigaby hard drive and 4 gig of rams ! It's bright red too.
If he gets chance he's going to bring it over to show me tomorrow. Boys toys stuff you understand. He's also got 5 gallons of rainwater for the carnies, they will be pleased.
As for my unfaltering kindness towards the welder. Little bleeder doesn't deserve it, I promise you.
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