... when you're in your local curry house. By way of celebration, after yesterday's good news, we went out for a curry last night. I had one of my favourite meals, a chicken nawabi. I thought it was a little strange to see a few green runner beans but hey what the hell I'm game for most things. I forked the 3 runner beans I could see and chomp..... aaaaarrrrrggghhhh! Only 3 full green chilli's. It felt like someone was firing a flame thrower into my mouth. My tongue was incandescent, along with my cheeks. I lost my sight as my eyes filled with tears, and my throat closed up. Liquid, I needed cold liquid - NOOooo, my beer was almost gone.
I waved at the waiter, and pointed to my glass. And whilst the beer was coming I poured the last mouthful in and swilled it around my tongue, where it promptly turned to superheated steam, scalding my nostrils.
Tears mingled with sweat, and dripped from my chin. My shirt began to look like I'd just ran a marathon, and it was beginning to feel like I'd wet myself as a severe case of the Betty's took hold.
HID, by this time, was slowly fading in and out and the sound of her laughter was increasing in volume. And Groucho, Harpo and Chico, all dressed in black, were dancing around like 3 Gestapo officers being attacked by a swarm of wasps and howling with laughter. Thankfully one of them disappeared off to the kitchen and came back with a bowl of ice cream.
The only fear now is will the loo roll be cool enough for the second visitation from the fires of hell?
I waved at the waiter, and pointed to my glass. And whilst the beer was coming I poured the last mouthful in and swilled it around my tongue, where it promptly turned to superheated steam, scalding my nostrils.
Tears mingled with sweat, and dripped from my chin. My shirt began to look like I'd just ran a marathon, and it was beginning to feel like I'd wet myself as a severe case of the Betty's took hold.
HID, by this time, was slowly fading in and out and the sound of her laughter was increasing in volume. And Groucho, Harpo and Chico, all dressed in black, were dancing around like 3 Gestapo officers being attacked by a swarm of wasps and howling with laughter. Thankfully one of them disappeared off to the kitchen and came back with a bowl of ice cream.
The only fear now is will the loo roll be cool enough for the second visitation from the fires of hell?
