Passion and Disappointment

Miserable weather yesterday evening so it was comfort food time, CURRY! Yippeee. The boy was sated.

This morning the hound and I went for a stumble, returned to the house and discovered it redolent of a Mumbai eatery. I dived into the box of scented stuff and lit up the oil burner. It was only when I went to open the new oil, bought from Boots recently, that I read what was printed on the box. (Hence the grin on the assistant's young face)

Couldn't rip the packing off quickly enough, put the blowtorch under the hot water thingy and waited with gleaming eyes.

Sadly my eyes are now running, as is my nose. The house smells nice, but the dog is avoiding me and the boss cannot be found. Methinks the trade description act may be invoked.