Picking the well-used Chinese takeaway leaflet out of the drawer, I scoured the menu for that evening’s meal.
Sweet and sour chicken, noodles, rice, chips, and a bag of prawn crackers on the side, too.
‘I’ve chosen my stuff, do you want to pick yours?’ I asked my hubby, Greg*, while circling the last of my sides.
Even though my food could serve four, and cost over £20 alone, I had a huge appetite.
Especially coming home from a late shift working at ASDA.
Opening a family-size bag of Doritos, I dived straight in, licking the cheesy dust off of my fingers.
Finishing the entire pack in a matter of minutes, the doorbell rang.
Chinese! I thought, shuffling to collect the food.
Piling the rice high on my plate, I smothered my meal in
