deeply ashamed

As many of you will already be aware, I have most pitifully managed to fail my theory test. I give you all licence to gloat at my misfortune in your comments (seeing as you'll all do it anyway). I read the entire highway code and did HUNDREDS of practice questions, but ultimately I'm probably just not a very observant person as my hazard perception score was lamentably low. Ooooh Agony Agony! (Does anyone recognise that quote? from some cartoon but I forget which). Mr C popped off to France on Friday night, and had a whale of a time on a boys' version of Thelma & Louise, managing to go round a roundabout the wrong way and driving in the opposite direction down French freeways (or whatever) at 110 mph. He left a very beautiful bouquet of roses for me (the first in three months I'll have you know) which I pruned to within a half inch of their lives - for which I was brutally assaulted by a thorn. Yesterday on his return, we went out for a meal, again a rarity in our courtship. Well it's not really a courtship, but in proper Islamic marriages the courtship comes after I suppose. We plumped for the curiously overrated chicken-and-chips joint Nando's, and Mr C in a fit of madness ordered a truly gigantic platter for the both of us, all of it liberally coated in the 'hot' sauce. Half way through the meal, I was in agony. My mouth burned like the fiery furnace Gandalf fell into in the serpent scene. My eyes watered. I could not go on. The lesson being, Know your Limits.