This morning doesn't begin well. Actually it does for one of us. Technically Melissa is ana's friend, therefore technically I'm a guest in their house, which means me and my pants remain in bed, leaving anas in charge of the blonde one who has gone into overdrive with Melissa's kids.
Luckily by the time we get back to Mortlake, Kayosaurus and Mikeplodocus are in residence and ready to begin their grandparenting duties which is a life-saver. The ana's have a much-needed rest, and I nick off to play rugby in the rain.
By the time I get back, full of Guinness, ana's hangover hasn't really gone and I'm a little too woozy to wield extra-sharp knives so we decide to try a new take away: Holy Cow in Putney.
It's okay-ish. Kay likes her Murgh Korma more than Tiffin Box's, the ana's weren't convinced by her King Prawn Jafrani but did like the Tarka Dhal, Mike liked his Murgh Magalore (although it's not clear whether that was because of the flavour or the extra-chilli) but I thought it was so-so. All in all a draw, so we'll have to make final decision next time the in-laws are in town.
Food of the Milos
A hale and hearty breakfast of boiled eggs, soldiers and bacon at Melissa's, this combined with various snacks meant he skipped lunch and went direct to snoopy-snooze. He had some reserved gnocchi for dinner.
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