Uninspired

Anyone who likes curry as much as I do, will know that once your find THE curry house, nothing can compare. Until perhaps the day one gets a dose of food poisoning, which touch wood hasn't happened yet.
Earlier, I was feeling brave, so we tried a local Indian restaurant. Not that there was anything wrong with it, it just wasn't 'Kutis' GAH!
We're now trying to decide what to watch.
Fur said 'I want to watch something fast moving and light hearted'.
'How about Pulp Fiction' says I.
I guess Finding Nemo is going to have to be my next suggestion.
In other news, whilst the birds were eating us out of house and home, earlier (a container of seed and at least half a container of peanuts, plus several suet balls daily), a blue tit did a kamikaze at the kitchen window. He sat looking fairly concussed for quite a while, then got up and carried on eating.
That's that spirit. Little sod.
This is what happens when naughty bunnies roam at night and one leaves one's clothes on the floor.......