You will recall I made approaching a gallon of chicken and tomato curry on Thursday. I had one reasonable portion Thursday night. One for Bob the Butcher, a large one for OBC and Val, seeing how it was her birthday, a portion for Stevie a local Twitterite, a big portion for the Welder and Pat and one for Wireless Tone.
Alerted all to the presence of curry. No response from Welder, signs of torpur I reckon. Sent a second text telling him that if he'd not collected it by the time Wireless Tone came for his, Tone would have his too. He was round in a shot.
Last night I got pictures of the before and after at chez piglet.
Here's his before and after and then I had him on the phone at 10 o clock last night threatening to come round for more.
Pat was griping because he'd served her a smaller portion, I said she was lucky he didn't scoff the lot before she got home.
So next week, it's timewasting masterclass with the Jobcentre Monday, then lock horns with diabetic specialist on Wednesday and hope he can help me with my medication, as I am walking miles, eating little and not losing an ounce (and my feet hurt).
Having a treat today, lamb's liver with onion gravy, smoked bacon and mashed potatoes. Roll on teatime.