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Christmas comes late, and other stories
Jun. 3rd, 2008 12:55 pmLast Friday night Jenny and I travelled dahn sarf to collect a Christmas present from my parents: a jaunt to Royal Albert Hall to see Mark Knopfler in concert. My youngest brother and sister joined us and thanks to their complete lack of planning and consumption of significant amounts of rum and coke, we were almost late. Later, they did make us miss what we thought was the last train out of Victoria because they stopped at an Upper Crust when we were running for the platform with a minute to spare. They did this quite deliberately to wind me up, not actually caring about whether there was a later train or how far Mum would have to travel to get us. Thankfully there was a later train and Mum's TomTom got her to the nearest station it stopped at.
( The gig )
The rest of the weekend was a bit hectic. My family’s life now revolves around the pub, and this means Jenny and I sometimes felt like we were in the way. We also felt a bit cheeky, dining on amazing food cooked by their new French chef and drinking Adnams Broadside, and not being allowed to pay a penny for any of it. We did help out where we could/were allowed. I’m a bit worried about how much hard work they’re having to put in to turn the place around but they seem to be enjoying the challenge and the customer feedback they’re getting is all positive.
So, go to the Red Lion at Betchworth and sample the lovely food and/or beer. Tell them I said hello. :-)
Jenny got to meet a few more of my relations because my uncle brought his dysfunctional family down from London for his youngest son’s Fifth birthday party. After bringing two of Jenny’s friends from the care home she used to work at over for lunch on Sunday we finally got to spend some time with Mum on the Sunday afternoon. Unfortunately I didn’t realise how late it was getting, so we didn’t leave until gone seven in the evening.
And now we're back in the land of boxes, with a functioning phone line (at last!) but no broadband. Time for more yelling down the (now connected) phone.
( The gig )
The rest of the weekend was a bit hectic. My family’s life now revolves around the pub, and this means Jenny and I sometimes felt like we were in the way. We also felt a bit cheeky, dining on amazing food cooked by their new French chef and drinking Adnams Broadside, and not being allowed to pay a penny for any of it. We did help out where we could/were allowed. I’m a bit worried about how much hard work they’re having to put in to turn the place around but they seem to be enjoying the challenge and the customer feedback they’re getting is all positive.
So, go to the Red Lion at Betchworth and sample the lovely food and/or beer. Tell them I said hello. :-)
Jenny got to meet a few more of my relations because my uncle brought his dysfunctional family down from London for his youngest son’s Fifth birthday party. After bringing two of Jenny’s friends from the care home she used to work at over for lunch on Sunday we finally got to spend some time with Mum on the Sunday afternoon. Unfortunately I didn’t realise how late it was getting, so we didn’t leave until gone seven in the evening.
And now we're back in the land of boxes, with a functioning phone line (at last!) but no broadband. Time for more yelling down the (now connected) phone.
