Is it ready yet?

The best takeaway…

…for curry, we think, is also the slowest. Charmingly so, but slow.

Today, I rang BLISS when cricket finished. I had still to:

• Collect the match fees from our lot (easier said than done – I’m now trialing the ‘name and shame’ approach – they’re using the “I’m Sparticus” riposte).

• Get the tea money off the opponents (easier than the above, usually, depending on how threatening their equivalent of me is prepared to get to extract the tea money from his guys).

• Get changed, drive to the club house, have a swift socialise.

• Drop Mr BO’S home, drive to and get parked up at the curry house.

Over an hour later, I walked in.

“Hello Istvan”

“Hi, how are you?”

“Good thanks. Just give us five minutes[1] and it’ll be ready.”

We’re off tomorrow…

…but not very far into tomorrow. Up at three to three thirty in the morning for a seven thirty flight.

Even so, it’s so good to see Kiz that I ended up staying up much later than I wanted to.

I hope I’ve remembered to pack everything, because I’m not going to be much use in the early hours…

…probably not such a good thing as I’m driving to the airport.

One good thing is that I may be back on my feet and moving again before that post-game stiffness, swelling, pain and decrepitude set in too deeply. I may still be in the hours of no sense, no feeling. Maybe.

Whatever the weather…

…we’ll have a good time but it’s looking set fair, at the moment.

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[1] In this context “five minutes” means a minimum of ten minutes and, on past experience, up to half an hour.