Following on....

..you know what I said about people being late..it turns out I had to work Thursday morning, so was concerned about keeping DC waiting as he had to get up north to do some work...he texted me at work and enquired when I would be ready..I escaped at 12 noon, dashed home, ironed, packed, didn't even make a coffee, and was ready by a quarter to one as arranged...and he arrived at 20 past 1. And he wonders why I mind? Spent the first half of the journey not speaking....why am I so tough about this? Why do I care? Why do I let it cause such bad feeling?Why can't I be laid back about it??? Answers on a post card...

I was rewarded with a rather nice meal in a posh restaurant that evening. All the main courses were £19. Yes, £19. I disgraced myself in said posh restaurant by getting the giggles and photographing my dinner when it arrived.....

so..let me talk you through it..on the left, four blackberries with 'jus': to the right, a piece of pan seared breast of duck, and on the top, a small portion of butternut squash (I was looking for it, DC had to point it out), then far right, a circle or two of mashed potato and garlic, topped by a second - a second - piece of duck -how generous - but where is the rest of the duck breast I ordered? Topped by crispy grated carrot and sprinkling of 'jus'. £19? £19? They really saw us coming, didn't they?

Did I have room for dessert? You bet your life I did!!!!!