Ninja
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Kebab and chips this time. siholog:
It started off like this....
Yesterday I knew was going to be a long day as we had a new computer system that we were piloting going live last night. I had to go in 2 hrs early and I knew that I'd be late home too.
So I took some mince out of the freezer and asked the OH who's on hols this week, if he wouldn't mind nipping to the local shop (just at the end of the road) on his way home from swimming with DD and pick up a Colmans chilli mix, he's not exactly a whiz in the kitchen but I knew he could handle making a chilli, he said no problems and looked forward to having a chilli which is one of his favourite meals.
I was right about work, there were problems with accounts etc with our new system and I didn't get home till just gone 9pm instead of the usual 7.30-8pm. I opened the front door expecting my stomach to roll with the smell of Chilli, but there was nothing. I stood in the porch with my shoes still on and askd about the chilli. All I heard was 'Oh ****!' above the noise of Mario kart on the Wii. So I yelled 'Bye' and stormed straight out. There ws no way I was going to cook anything, I was exhausted and brain dead....literally as it turns out.
I went straight to the cash point and withdrew money from his account and went to the local Kebab/pizza place. I considered a Chinese but they were shut and a curry but knew that would take too long. I asked for kebab meat and chips and went home. After lot's of apologies from the OH (which I completely ignored and told him I didn't want to hear it) he sulked on one sofa and I sat and ate on the other. It didn't even taste that nice, far too greasy but it was filling a hole.
Now the really sad part to my tale of woe is that I currently take Metformin, which for those who don't know disagrees with 'fat/grease' and ejects it from the body...asap
i went to bed at about 10.15 and read for a while (OH still sulking downstairs). I fell asleep about 11pm and was woken at 12am by the OH coming to bed. All of a sudden I felt my stomach roll, it made the most incredible (and frightening) sound. I sat up and was gripped with pains in my stomach. I staggered to the bathroom and, without going into too much detail, made several trips to the bathroom throughout the night until about 3.30. At one point even considered shouting for a bowl to be sick into too it was that bad.
Now the real sorrow in my story is that yesterday I put on 1/2lb and I was so determined to put that right this week. I can't believe how crappy I still feel after last night nd how it's all my OH fault if he had just cooked the Chilli as requested I would have only used 7 syns all day, I would have had a good nights sleep and he would have an extra £10 in his bank account (not that it cost that much but he certainly isn't going to see any change from it)
Anyway, that's my tale of woe for last night. I hope I didn't put too many people off their brekkie.
It started off like this....
Yesterday I knew was going to be a long day as we had a new computer system that we were piloting going live last night. I had to go in 2 hrs early and I knew that I'd be late home too.
So I took some mince out of the freezer and asked the OH who's on hols this week, if he wouldn't mind nipping to the local shop (just at the end of the road) on his way home from swimming with DD and pick up a Colmans chilli mix, he's not exactly a whiz in the kitchen but I knew he could handle making a chilli, he said no problems and looked forward to having a chilli which is one of his favourite meals.
I was right about work, there were problems with accounts etc with our new system and I didn't get home till just gone 9pm instead of the usual 7.30-8pm. I opened the front door expecting my stomach to roll with the smell of Chilli, but there was nothing. I stood in the porch with my shoes still on and askd about the chilli. All I heard was 'Oh ****!' above the noise of Mario kart on the Wii. So I yelled 'Bye' and stormed straight out. There ws no way I was going to cook anything, I was exhausted and brain dead....literally as it turns out.
I went straight to the cash point and withdrew money from his account and went to the local Kebab/pizza place. I considered a Chinese but they were shut and a curry but knew that would take too long. I asked for kebab meat and chips and went home. After lot's of apologies from the OH (which I completely ignored and told him I didn't want to hear it) he sulked on one sofa and I sat and ate on the other. It didn't even taste that nice, far too greasy but it was filling a hole.
Now the really sad part to my tale of woe is that I currently take Metformin, which for those who don't know disagrees with 'fat/grease' and ejects it from the body...asap
i went to bed at about 10.15 and read for a while (OH still sulking downstairs). I fell asleep about 11pm and was woken at 12am by the OH coming to bed. All of a sudden I felt my stomach roll, it made the most incredible (and frightening) sound. I sat up and was gripped with pains in my stomach. I staggered to the bathroom and, without going into too much detail, made several trips to the bathroom throughout the night until about 3.30. At one point even considered shouting for a bowl to be sick into too it was that bad.
Now the real sorrow in my story is that yesterday I put on 1/2lb and I was so determined to put that right this week. I can't believe how crappy I still feel after last night nd how it's all my OH fault if he had just cooked the Chilli as requested I would have only used 7 syns all day, I would have had a good nights sleep and he would have an extra £10 in his bank account (not that it cost that much but he certainly isn't going to see any change from it)
Anyway, that's my tale of woe for last night. I hope I didn't put too many people off their brekkie.