We're celebrating Neils 45th birthday tonight, if we can manage to get to mum's in Neil's car.
Typically, both cars have gone up the spout at the same time... mine's in the garage for an MOT that's going to cost an arm and a leg... and then Neil phoned this morning to say that his car kept cutting out on him on the the way to work.
It never rains but it pours.
Hopefully a huge "curry night" will take the edge off for all of us, and in a few hours we'll be in a curry coma.
There's a bottle of wine, beers and half the makings of dinner at mum's already - and I've cooked the rest today. We're having this lovely Spicy Cashew and Sultana Rice with Chicken Tikka Masala, onion bhajis, vegetable samosas and naan breads. I'm not skilled enough to make the tricky bits (yet - working on it), but the rice and curry are family favourites that I can turn out with my eyes closed.
Sometimes.
Today I nearly burnt the curry because I was distracted by something online.
It's really not a good idea to google Hugh Jackman images when you're supposed to be cooking dinner.
