Many years ago, when we were short of money, DH bought himself a very rare treat - an Indian takeaway. He popped it in the oven to keep warm, and when he was ready for it, I went out to the kitchen to serve it out for him. I dropped it on the floor, upside down, the lid came off and it was all over the kitchen floor. My gasp of horror was stifled so he wouldn't come and investigate. The floor had been cleaned only a few hours previously, so .... I hurriedly scooped all the curry back into the tin foil container, cleared up the telltale yellow mess on the floor, and served his meal out
I couldn't bear the thought of him going without after looking forward to it so much. He tucked in with relish and thoroughly enjoyed it.
I don't think I ever told him. And he's still here, fighting fit, 35 years later 
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