Rumbled

Oh dear – rumbled. I just had a text from Jo asking if I could fetch some tea tonight. My wife has been busy until late and in no mood for cooking.

Normally getting the nod to fetch a take away is a good thing. A little treat that goes down well, you can’t beat a bit of Sweet and Sour chicken. The problem is that Jo wants me to fetch it. After all that is the point isn’t it? This should not be a problem, fetching the tea should be easy.

Sadly what my half packet of Wrigley’s Spearmint Gum is attempting to hide is the fact that I got away from work a little earlier than my arrival time home suggests. Due to various reasons I have had a minor visit by Mr. Fosters. Not a major night out or anything but enough to mean that I can’t drive.

So now I’ve wasted that chewing gum. I’ve had to come clean and admit that I can’t drive. I cannot fetch the food after all and so I am well and truly caught out. There’s no point me suggesting that I’ll walk and fetch it as this would stand out a mile. Jo knows full well my opinion of people that have diet Coke with their McDonalds, and walking to fetch a take away is the same thing as far as I’m concerned. Jo knows how I feel on these things.

I can try saying I prefer Pizza and get it delivered but the text was quite specifically pointing to the fact that my wife fancies Chinese. As every one who is any one knows Chinese takes 45 minutes to be delivered but only 10 minutes to collect so this is out too. I have no choice but to come clean. This is not going to be pretty.

Wish me luck…