Birthday Chinese

The downgrade

My weight loss programme is going so well, I have made the drastic decision to down size from a special curry dish (it’s big) to a smaller model (see photo). It will also mean the first change in my regular order since time begun.

No chips and a downgrade from egg fried rice to boring plain white rice or maybe pilau rice to accompany my chicken curry.

A treat for the family (living here) tonight everyone gets a take-away, something I do every March 22nd, for my birthday. A night at home with a curry and a film courtesy of Sky Movies, and tonight’s offering is World War Z, my kind of film, and there is Brad Pitt for the wife. The days of going out on the piss have long gone for me. I am a slippers man now, looking for some peace and quiet.

I briefly considered going for an Indian takeaway but these days you need a ruddy gold credit card to pay for one. So in the end I when down the familiar route of a Chinese home delivery.

I am not a birthday person, I never have been. I do not do presents or cards unless there is money in them and in the case of my always-skint youngest son, an IOU.