So here’s the thing. Mandy doesn’t like curry. It makes her feel sick. In her younger days several people tried to convert her with different meals but she just doesn’t like curry. This aversion is so strong that she won’t let me eat curry either because she says she can smell it through my pores.

This is a real pity for me because I love Indian food. Back in my working days I used to travel to India a lot, and I really enjoyed the variety of the cuisines and the many layers of flavour.

So when Mandy is away I make the best of it. Once a year she goes off for the weekend with her nine school friends that she has stayed close to for nearly 60 years. This time they were in Ludlow and by all accounts had a lovely time.

Meanwhile I took the opportunity to eat curry – lots of it. On Friday evening I went out with my brother in law and sister in law to the Jai Lounge in St. Annes. We knew its reputation was excellent and it lived up to the hype. It tasted really authentic and I loved it. My Kashmiri Lamb with a garlic nan was especially good.

Saturday morning I had some left over curry from my freezer, in an omelette for a rather delicious breakfast, and at lunch I made a garlic chilli chicken with plain rice. Yum. Saturday evening there was a chicken madras and a king prawn bhuna, accompanied by poppadoms, pickles and more rice.

On Sunday Mandy was coming back in the afternoon, so I had a quick breakfast of leftovers, and then sprayed the whole house with air freshener, and opened the big doors into the garden. At lunchtime I finished off the poppadoms and pickles and sat down on the sofa feeling replete.

I had had the most wonderful weekend. And I wonder. Is there such a thing as too much curry? I don’t think so.