First of all, my lady wasn't there and some bloke served me and his interpretation of 'spicy' was frankly brutal.
I then took my near-lethal sandwich to the park to eat, but no sooner had I sat down than a ferocious rainstorm blew up, forcing me to shelter under a tree for 15 minutes.
So, in other words, what was meant to be s lovely, tasty lunch in the spring sunshine was actually me under a tree in a ****ing hurricane, crying, snotting and drooling due to extreme chilli heat.
Unsatisfactory
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