We medicated them within acceptable parameters, fed them and
then fled for an evening without them. One very stylish master and one very hot
red frock and impossibly high heels later we almost felt human. It lasted all
the way to the pub, which does very good food and has an extensive gluten free
menu, where we encountered the bar staff from hell. Well it was more some work
release programme.
Putting in an order for a glass of wine one was met with a
blank stare. What he said looking confused.
It's wine.
He looked around blankly.
Its white wine, it's probably in the fridge.
A few seconds of rummaging produced a bottle that he
brandished triumphantly. There was an inch left in it. Not enough he said
dolefully.
By then the eyebrows must have reached the hairline.
He peered back at the fridge and said no more with a
helpless shrug of his shoulders.
By then one had lost any desire for a drink with dinner (though
the desire to smack the man behind the bar with the nearly empty bottle was
strong) and had water instead. It was a shame 'cos the pork with an apple cider
BBQ sauce would have been complimented by a glass of something admirably.
Still it was an excellent dinner and there wasn't a Zimmer
frame in sight...
In this world you take your wins where you can J
2 comments:
Wanders off wondering what the "acceptable parameters" of medicating children is.
You might be on to something here...
Lil- video games ;)
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