Poppadom? Pakora?

My Dear Fellow,

It is curry night in the house once again. I cannot help but blame you for this. You introduced my lovely wife to the concept of curry. You educated her, and while she may have stayed stuck on the korma ever since because she is a Plain Jane Nanapants, she's become OBSESSED with the curry take-out.

At our flat on Rose Street we used to order from Suruchi Too regularly. It got to the point where the bloke would greet me by name as soon as he heard my voice. They even sent us Christmas cards, which went up proudly with the others.

To this day, I can hear that chap's voice in my head. He would always finish the order by asking "Poppadom? Pakor-a?"

The answer was always "yes" and "yes" of course.

So that's us. We've just put in our order to The Mumbai Mansion, and are now awaiting its delivery. Now I just have to find the Friday Big Film to go on alongside it and we are all set for the beginning of the weekend.

Yay! Weekend!

Parsones