Better late than never

Another day of feeling crap and feeling sorry for myself.
Due to my illness, we missed out on yesterdays ‘Not-Interested-Now-I’m-Married’ Day bullshit. I wasn’t bothered in the slightest, but Philippa seemed a bit peeved, so I assume the first Valentine’s Day after your wedding is important to a woman. 
So we had a chat and decided we’d celebrate this false romantic holiday tonight by getting a takeaway. I asked for Indian because nothing burns through a bad cold better than a hot curry. Philippa agreed, but neither of us could be arsed to drive somewhere to collect, so we used one of these online order services that are linked to various local establishments and ‘guarantee you’ll be eating within 30 minutes.’ An hour later we took delivery of a soggy bag containing two luke-warm curries that were different from the ones we’d ordered. Thank God for the microwave, I say. Plus, mine was a lot spicier than the one I’d expected, so at least I could taste it through the snot and phlegm. 

RC 15-2-16