Belated Birthday

Up fairly early this morning since we're off to Phil's parents to celebrate his Dads birthday (albeit somewhat belated).

First things first, and I've tidied up the kitchen after last nights baking ordeal, there is stuff everywhere - frosting on the floor, cake crumbs on the work tops and stuff which I can't even identify dripped down the cupboards. And, not wanting to come home to it all tomorrow I set about cleaning up a little before we head off up the motorway.

With that done, we then pack our bags, and just as we're about to leave the postman turns up with the new keyboard I'd ordered in the hope that it would work with the new PC since the old one didn't. Not being people who like to leave parcels unopened, we quickly set the keyboard up on the puter and give it a test run. It's ok, but as always the keystrokes are slightly different and I think I'm going to need a bionic thumb in order to get used to the amount of force needed to hit the space bar. Never mind, I'm sure I'll adapt to it in time.

We then set about our journey, and an hour and a bit later (after encountering every idiot on the road, and me having to do some tricky maneuvering as to not miss our exit off the motorway (because someone had turned off the Sat Nav biatch's voice without telling me!) we arrive at Phil's parents.

The cake seems to go down a treat and it's decided we'd take the cake to the restaurant we're going to tonight and have it as dessert, which is a fab idea, I just hope to god it tastes alright!).

The meal itself was ok, the only problems with the place that we went to were 2 fold really. Firstly, we all decided that it smelt like an old peoples home. Secondly, the staff. Not only are we greeted by the Shropshire equivalent of Cruella Deville behind the bar, the other half of the duo is sadly lacking all intelligence except what is is required for basic bodily functions.

For example, when we get to the cake and coffee round, she brings out the cake, but nothing to cut it with or serve it upon. Eventually we ask for some knives and plates etc very politely and she obliges, but have I have had the foresight I'd have probably asked her if she "could get us a knife to cut the cake, or would she rather we use the razor sharp tongue of the barmaid?". Shocking really! And to add onto that Phil's tuna was so rare it was almost breathing still, and I managed to put my foot in my mouth when answering the following question:-

Yes, you can already see what's coming eh? I did indeed reply by saying "That's me, I'm the tart!".

All in all an eventful evening, but pleasant all the same. And nobody puked when they ate the cake either - hurrah!

Posted by Abi on the November 26, 2005 11:02 PM