Chris arrived back in time for lunch this morning, looking very smug. Evidently the bachelor blokeness off the flat has decreased again. Dave came round and he and Chris compared times of arrival home. Dave came back slightly later, but then he did have to walk back from college. Mark and I tire of this conversation fairly swiftly.   The afternoon was enhanced by the production of curry sauce. This is a long and complex process that involves massacring onions using a combination of knife and hand blender. Chris was crying by the end of the third onion and practically blind by the end of the fourth. I kept out of the way. After long hours of simmering, cooling, blending and poking at green stuff in pans Mark and Chris had produced two small vats of curry sauce. This must be eaten within four days (since we do not have a freezer) and makes about eight or so curries. The Flat Five Curry Monsters are born.   We begin with a madras. Mark adds sufficient chilli powder to make the curry a vindaloo according to the recipe book. I think we must have very weak chilli powder.
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