Heartache and beef madras

Poor Klara somehow runs face first into the fireplace this evening just before dinner and just before the girls are about to head off. The pitch of childrens screams is something a parent is highly attuned to. Some can be briefly ignored in order to finish what you're doing and then soothe a little later. Some are anger, some are knee bumps. Some are frustration.
Some need direct, urgent response. And this was one of those. She was very upset and there was a fair amount of blood. A cut underneath her lip. So i lift her up to and take her to the sink in the kitchen. Sandra comes in too. We start to clean and soothe. First we think we need to drive her to the hospital for a stitch, then S remembers we have butterflu stitches. We start to patch her up. 
There are few worse feelings than the aching vulnerability when one of your wee ones hurts themselves. Like someone whips down a hollow metal curtain rail and pushes it through your heart. Taking  a small cylinder of beating heart that is then somehow lost forever.
Anyways....

After Sandra and the kids are on the way to Lugnadal I head off to Lund for a beer with Rob. Spend a very pleasant 3 hours nattering away. Get the whole Klara event off my chest and hear of Robs (first time dad, young baby) recent callout of swedish ambulance service.  Then we get on to lighter more amusing topics!
Then crown it with an awesome takeaway beef madras. Just manage to squeeze in and charm it out of them as the restaurant is closing.
Hi, is it possible to order a quick takeaway
No, im sorry we're closing
Oh no. Do you have anything leftover. Anything at all.
I can ask, wait
Mix vegetable curry?
(Heart sinks, think...bland) Ah, anhything with meat. Anything at all
Beef Madras?
Oh Yes!! Perfect. Thank you
He was soo happy. I scoop some onto leftover pizza the next morning before I have a luxuious bath. Just incredible!