Indian takeout

When I left for work this morning, I told W I might be late, as I wanted to do the weekend rota through to next March, and the Christmas rota - and I wouldn't want to stop once I started.

I looked at my computer clock at 7.15 this evening, and realised I was later than I anticipated.  I rang W, to find that he too had been totally engrossed in working on an excel file for a training course they are designing.

Neither of us felt much like cooking - so the easy option was an Indian takeaway, delivered to our door.

It was very tasty, but we didn't eat it all - some has gone in the fridge for another day.