“Did you enjoy the chilli?” I said to MindReader at midnight.
It has been a strange week already, a few late nights where MindReader had work things, and a few protests from Body in the process who gets pissed off at only ten hours’ sleep sometimes, and now he’s gone away to look after his mum who’s has a knee operation. Cue: the crazy.
“I wouldn’t really call it chilli,” he said, smirking at me in the dim bedroom light.
“I put chilli flakes in it!” I said, “it was definitely chilli.”
“How many?”
“Like, four.”
“I see.”
“What was it, then?” I said, “if not chilli?”
“Well – meat and tomatoes, really Billygean.”
