Too much...

Sunday was mainly about trifle.

We had a family get together on Saturday night, and I had made the decision to get a take away curry for the eight of us, rather than hopping up and down from the table watching some saucepan or another. and missing out on all the gossip. 

The husband was in charge of ordering the takeaway...

I think you are all nodding sagely at this point, perhaps mentioning the words 'over ordering'?  How right you'd be.  If you base your calculations on a takeaway curry costing around £15 a head, then he had ordered enough for 12.4 people.  Even taking into consideration that son number two was eating with us, this was a massive over calculation of what we could eat. When the curry was delivered, the poor man had to make three trips to the van there were that many bags.  Just to give you some idea, there were eighteen poppadoms for the eight of us.  See what I mean?

Miss R had turned up early with a pair of pigs' ears and a bottle of gin, both of which were nearly polished off by the time the rest of the family turned up.  This meant that the husband was in charge of telling everyone what was in each foil dish, as after six gin and tonics, I neither knew nor cared whether it was a Korma or a samosa.

We had a lovely evening - the curry was great (and will continue to be so till at least the middle of December) and once the gin was finished, we started on the port and cheese.  My lovely cousin had suggested bringing this when we first talked about having this get together.  At the time, I had plans to cook, so cheese wasn't a bad idea as a contribution.  However, having eaten a year's worth of curry in three hours, the cheese didn't look so appealing..But never fear....son number two and I had hit the pudding shelf in Sainsbury on Saturday, so there was cheesecake, roulade and two trifles to tuck in to.  

None of these were touched either.

Yesterday morning, the husband and I decided that exercise and starvation were on the cards to balance out the curry from Saturday night.  This lasted till 12.00, when the husband's thoughts turned to trifle.

There is now no trifle left in this house.

The same could be said for waistlines...