I love a good fish and chips so when our local village pub started offering takeaway fish and chips on a Friday nightI thought “Wonderful.”
Added to the fact that I long to eat anything I haven’t cooked myself, it promised a Friday night of bliss.
Or so I thought.
The prospect of fish and chips was alas, way better than the reality.
I’m not saying it was below standard but just failed to hit the spot.
(Hattie was pleased though, she got half of it)
How often though do we look forward to something only for it to disappoint? Christmas as a child was often like that - not bad but after the build up before hand, just a bit of a let down.
Please tell me I am not alone in this?
