Welcome back! Hope everything is as you expected. There's tea and biscuits in the kitchen and fresh towels in the bathroom. I haven't quite moved all my stuff yet so you might not want to look in here... Anyway, make yourselves at home and see you soon! Hope you had a lovely time M xx.
Then I locked the front door behind me, got into the car and drove away from home... towards my home. It was a weirder transition than I'd expected, that. I probably shouldn't have thought about it too much. Life moves us all on, after all. Plus I'm always a bit more maudlin in the small hours, and at that point it was already 12:15am.
I'd been for a curry with my friend Chris. Chris can talk about anything for ages, which is useful when your own mouth has just bitten into a jalapeño and your eyes are watering. The Nepalese restaurant swam out of focus for a while. I can be an excellent listener when my tongue is burning a hole in my mouth.
What is it with Nepalese restaurants? Just like the Standard Tandoori, this one had oil paintings of Mount Everest and barefoot Ghurkas in straw villages. There must be a warehouse somewhere, full of artists constantly painting blue skies and ice-capped jagged mountains. Does every Nepalese restaurant have these? I was about to ask Chris the same question when I remembered that this eatery was called the Himalayan Hotspot and that that probably has something to do with it. It certainly was hot. And you'd be hard pushed not to 'spot' the Himalayan theme.
All of that meant I was a bit late to do my final clearup for the Intrepids. I expect they'll just want to go straight to sleep when they arrive tomorrow; I might not even hear from them until Monday, when I pop round to... their house.
Gosh. Their house.
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