Another one bites the dust

Good intention, that is. The Boy's moving out tomorrow, so I planned a special meal for the special occasion, but was told when I'd started cooking it that something else entirely had been anticipated for days. Apart from not being able to justify the expense of a Chinese takeaway right now, perhaps if something had been said sooner it might have been arranged and we might not all be left feeling somewhat disappointed. And the gorgeous steak, although not entirely wasted, would have been properly appreciated.