I woke with
something of a headache and a sore arm. Was that the after-effect of
yesterday’s flu jab?
I got up and
had a quick look at the Internet. It hadn’t changed *that* much since
yesterday. This morning people were grumbling about how Christmas decorations
are appearing in shops and Christmas adverts are on the telly. Personally I
think they are probably right to grumble. Every year I start off in early
November all keen and enthusiastic about the festivities, but by the time they
arrive (two months later) I’m thoroughly sick of hearing about it.
Starting all the Christmas stuff now spoils it for me.
Talking of Christmas I also read
that there are no plans for a Christmas Day episode of Doctor Who as the people
who make it have
run out of ideas. I think they reached that point some time ago.
I’ve not seen last week’s episode yet and am in no rush to see it. Which (as
a life-long Doctor Who fan) is something of a shame.
"er
indoors TM"
and "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM" came
downstairs; we got ourselves together and drove out to the Beefeater on Eureka
park where we’d planned to meet "My Boy TM" and his
branch of the tribe for brekkie.
Have
you ever been to the Beefeater on Eureka park for brekkie? I can’t recommend
the place. Having been told there was a half-hour wait to be seated we sat for
forty minutes looking at empty tables and watching people (who’d arrived after us) being seated and served. Eventually we got
a table. After half an hour of being pointedly ignored by the staff "My
Boy TM" fetched over a waitress who took the food orders.
After another half an hour they brought up various plates of food; not one
actually corresponding to what we’d ordered. But bearing in mind how long we’d
waited already, and also bearing in mind that the McDonalds over the way had
stopped doing breakfast by then, we decided to just eat it. I ate what I could.
The black pudding was red where it was still raw. I don’t mind a runny fried
egg, but it is the yolk which should be runny, not the white.
As
I looked at my inedible leftovers I tried not to laugh out loud at the waitress
who was clearing tables. What I worked in a restaurant I would carry away more
than two pieces of crockery at a time when clearing a table. I also would pick
up the cutlery that I dropped; not leave it for twenty minutes.
We’d
read that if there were any problems we should bring them up with the duty
manager. However when the duty manager came over to us we didn’t have chance to
bring anything up. He marched up, announced that we should get a move on
because breakfast was finishing in five minutes, and he marched off.
When I paid, the waitress was apologising profusely; she
knew what a poor service they’d offered. Realistically they should have half
the tables or double the staff. I told her so. She agreed but said that this
had been pointed out to the management already.
Bearing in mind that the duty manager had had his chance, I
slated the place on Google and TripAdvisor.
We then drove round to Bybrook
Barn garden centre to have a look at the fish stuff and the toys, and then "er
indoors TM"
set off to a girls’ lunch in Folkestone. So we went home to collect the dogs,
and took "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM" and the family wolf-pack round the park for a
walk. As we walked I recorded some of our antic which I made
into a little video.
"My
Boy TM" and Cheryl went home; "Stormageddon -
Bringer of Destruction TM"
and I settled in front of the telly and watched “The Annoying Orange”
videos on You-Tube until he got bored. We then had something of a fight which
his mother tried to referee by phone from thirty miles away.
I
suggested we might take to dogs up the park again to amuse him; he readily
agreed but dawdled so slowly that it was dark by the time we got there.
We
came home to find "er indoors TM" had returned. She
boiled up pizzas for tea. "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM"
has settled in front of the telly watching walk-throughs of video games (that he doesn’t understand) on You-Tube.
"er indoors TM" has told him it is bath time
several times. he has pointedly ignored her on each occasion. He seems to be
rather proficient at doing that…
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