I made the fatal error of going to Ikea at 330 in the afternoon without having done any prep for dinner apart from getting unappetizing lamb forequarter chops out of the freezer. This error was compounded by taking both my kids with me. Hope was exhausted from a day of dealing with fools and charlatans and Thom was beside himself with excitement pretending we actually live at Ikea by testing out every bed. I was a frazzled headachy mess by the time we got home. Alan had finished a 12 hour a day that included his truck sitting by the side of the road for three hours waiting for a repair guy. So the suggestion of thai takeaway was met with weary cheers all round. Fish cakes, calamari salad, pud puk with beef and pud se ew with prawns, coconut rice and roti bread washed down by gigantic glasses of coke and three episodes of Parks and Recreation. Done.