WHEN I first picked up Saigon’s takeaway menu my heart almost stopped when I saw the prices.

SINCE my new kitchen was installed a couple of weeks ago I’ve used any excuse not to mess up my shiny worktops.

WITH a friend heading to America for the summer I decided a good send-off was in order.

WHAT is it about kitchens, that at least one drawer must contain semi-dead batteries, pegs, Christmas cracker gifts and dog-eared takeaway menus?

MY FRIEND had been hitting the books big time for an exam and deserved a treat.

AS THE usual row rumbled on over what type of takeaway to choose ... ay caramba! ... I suddenly remembered that I had a menu for the new Mexican grill in the city centre.

AFTER admitting I’d never had a proper kebab despite hitting my first half century a while ago, my husband was determined to rectify this culinary lapse.

WITH a friend coming round for dinner and with cooking skills like mine, a takeaway is not an option – it’s a necessity.

IT’S hard to get back into a routine after the fun of the festive season.

AFTER a hard week’s work, with an impending visit from my younger sibling the last thing I felt like was hauling out all the pots and pans to make a slap-up meal.

DESPITE living only five minutes away from Yu, I’d never noticed it did takeaways until recently.

AN EVENING spent in the company of my friend Lesley usually involves a takeaway – less time spent cooking means more time spent chatting!