Oh it's the Pakoras

As I sat down to plan, the lovely ladies brought out a bag of food one of the mothers had given them a gift.  It was a bag of pakoras, fried Indian dumplings.  I just carried on regardless, I had plans to write and would eat my lunch later.  As I typed and chatted I found myself taking one, two, three, four!  OMG!  I thought nothing of it and varied on working.  It was my planning time so I took myself off to the staffroom to carry on working.  I never got round to eating my lunch.

Flash forward a few hours and my mind began wandering.

"I didn't have any lunch!  Oh I had the pakoras!"

Then I began feeling odd, I had indigestion  but I hadn't eaten anything.  Oh wait I had a pakora!

Saturday Night Takeaway

Well it wouldn't be Saturday if there wasn't a take away.  There is a lot of choice in our little village.

• Fish & Chips (or kebabs)

• Indian

• Chinese

That's not to mention the service station about a mile away that has pizza, burgers, sandwiches and a certain chicken shop.

Our dish of choice has always been Chinese.  There are two outlets to choose from, after the smaller establishment changed hands we switched allegiance.   

We order from the larger restaurant it is a touch more expensive but is tastes awesome. The portion sizes are so big I can never finish, which is great because I always have leftovers for my lunch the next day.