Transient Towpath Trudging - Pt.148 (Canal Carp Pandemoniun)

Now there are meals, blog readers, and then there are life-altering decisions disguised as dinner. The spicy slow cooked Lamb Bhuna from the evening prior was firmly in the latter category. It began innocently enough poppadom's fluttering in like edible confetti, dips lined up with military precision but quickly escalated into a full-scale culinary siege. Starters were “shared” in the same way politicians share responsibility, followed by a naan so laden with cheese and chilli it could have doubled as industrial sealant, and a garlic rice that insisted on being noticed long after the curtain had fallen. By the end of it, I wasn’t so much full as structurally compromised.Morning arrived with all the grace of a bailiff. The previously evenings food was now sat heavy and unmoving, like a beanbag filled with regret. Thus, a fasting day was declared not out of some enlightened wellness epiphany, but because the mere thought of food triggered mild flashbacks. Still, the world waits for no…