Fat of the ring

I realised with horror this morning (afternoon actually) that I had difficulty removing my ring from my finger. It is a habit of mine to remove my ring each time I do the dishes. My finger has grown fat!! Being the practical man that he is, Mr R put it down as materials contract in the cold. I put it down as nonsense! Why does my ring, of all days, decide to go contracting on me today? Must be the whole plate of chicken biryani I stuffed my face with last evening. The portion was in fact good for two persons. But my will power is often at its all time low when it comes to good food. Good asian food especially in this part of the world is relatively hard to come by. Thus I was most reluctant to leave any single grain of the biryani unattacked. The best biryani I have ever had since almost a year now.