After 14 days of working round the clock to clean out the premises I was down to the last few days before handing my beloved shop back to the landlords.
The business is gone. All thats left is just the shell of what used to be.
My husband offers to take a couple of days off work to help me get it all finished.
After the first day of his help I was so shattered when I got home I passed out for 2 hours on the sofa.
When I finally woke up the last thing I wanted to think about was dinner and he nibs was still exhausted from his “stressful” day, I suggested takeaway.
I’ve been dreaming of a curry for weeks so phoned up local home delivery. As always my beloved told me to just order something he likes, and as he usually has the spicy tikka masala from our old take out I though the chilli tikka masala must be the next closest thing.
Oh how wrong I was!
This curry was the hottest thing known to man. But give him his dues, he chuffed his way through it, eyes streaming, nose running.
About 3 hours later strange noises started from the other end of the sofa. Loud growls that drowned out the sound of the tv. His curry was not happy in his tummy and we both knew what was coming next!
After such a busy day moving boxes my body was in full screaming agony, so come bed time I took everything I was allowed in an attempt to get some rest bite.
I slipped happily into my drug induced coma……. but it wasn’t for long.
Half an hour into sleep husband leapt out the bed in his first of many mad dashes to the toilet.
I vaguely remember my head swimming and mumbling to him I hoped he was ok and I was sorry that I’d poisoned him with curry.
By trip 5 I was mumbling offers of can I do anything to help?
Trip 10 I suggested I could go down stairs and pop a loo roll in the freezer.
I also remember a bizzar conversation about how realistic the option of inserting an ice cube into the back passage would be and would it cause frost burn or just cool his poor burning bottom.
So 7 am comes. He’s snoring and I’ve had hardly any sleep. But am genuinely feeling guilty about how poorly he’s been so leave him resting.
The reality of day 2 of my husband helping me at the shop is him at home sleeping on the sofa and me back in the empty shop, in the cold…….. giggling to myself.