The Search For Enlightenment

Saturday night and we’re out with Charlotte and Rob at the Rupali restaurant in Kingswood. The boys are being looked after by grandma and we are free to have an evening to remember.

The food is great, chicken vindaloo for me, preceded by a pile of poppadums with the obligatory accoutrements, lime pickle, diced onion, mango chutney and some kind of yoghurt sauce, yummy.

It’s a really nice place, very friendly. The last time I was in there was after Rob’s stag night. He wasn’t with me that time, he was safely at home, being tended by his brother, after a slight over indulgence of the amber nectar.

It’s funny how some memories come flooding back, whilst other stubbornly refuse to put in an appearance. I know was there with his mate Jason, both of us slightly the worse for wear, but I have no recollection of how we managed to get back to Longwell Green that evening.

Anyway, I digress. After the meal we walked up the high street to the Black Horse, where Rob’s mate Richard was playing lead guitar for a local blues band. It was loud, it was hot and the landlord, who is know for his abrupt nature, was rather abrupt. But it was a great gig and the place was heaving.

It’s been a rather long time since I’ve been out with C & R without the children, and I’m sure it was as nice a change for them as it was for us. They say that a change is as good as a rest, and this change was great fun, we mustn’t leave it so long next time.