Chillies ...
Pride often comes before a fall.
“You won’t manage those - and they aren’t the hot ones”, said Martin pointing at the chillies as we settle down to eat Thai food freshly cooked by Fhai.
Five minutes later Fhai was passing out the tissues as we sat looking like there had been a death in the family, both our eyes watering, tears rolling freely down our cheeks.
Richard wanders past, completely nonplussed at the sight of two grown men crying, carrying his history book.
“Who was Edward the Conqueror”, he asks, settling down next to me armed with a list of questions that would have made an A level history examiner proud.
I reach for another beer, mop my brow and get ready for the inevitable fall I am about to suffer.

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