CG and I, both big curry fans, or should I say big fans of curry, are always on the lookout for an Indian-style restaurant in mainland Europe that lives up to the likes of those one can experience in London. To this day, we have never found one. The Taj Mahal looked promising online, though, and we had high hopes as we ensconced ourselves at a table next to a tapestry of Buddha with an elephant's nose. But the dour service let the place down. And the fact that the onion bhaji could have been a portion of onion rings from Burger King, save the fact that the batter was a little more spicy. Worst of all, what we really, really hate in a restaurant is when we place our order, and the waiter in question responds with, are you really sure you can manage all that?? To which we reply, yes. And then sit there indignantly - after all, he is the one sporting the beer belly. And then they bring the stuff and out of pure stubbornness you feel compelled to devour the lot, just to prove your point, and feel nauseous for the rest of the day. So it was at the Taj Mahal.
After giving them an over-sized tip and a forced friendly auf Wiedersehen, we set off into the city centre to stock up on winter clothing. Sad to say, Hedda's snow trousers are already in tatters - she has a penchant for lying in the snow and kind of rubbing her legs around - we nabbed the last pair at H&M. Titus insisted that we buy a Spiderman hat which was two sizes too small, but we gave in like the weak, modern parents that we are. He has spent the last day pulling it down over his ears repeatedly. CG did have a wonderful birthday, however, and - much more amazingly - LOVED all his presents. Wow! I have finally hit the jackpot and made my husband happy on his birthday. It only took 12 years. But where do I go from here?
how odd- ended up in Tooting last night having- yes- a curry!
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