Our plan to spend Christmas Day together, being
fussed over by people we are paying to serve us, seems to be falling apart.
Hannah has contacted several places and they’re all already full booked. Jesus
– can’t anyone be bothered to cook for themselves anymore? There are plenty of
low-grade gastropubs happy to charge you £29 for turkey and trimmings, but they
seem to be running a rolling carvery, rather than a proper sit-down,
one-serving-only traditional, proper roast. If we do go out for Xmas
lunch I want it to be a bit special, I don’t want to feel like just another
family crammed into a crowded Brewer’s Fayre where they’re putting profit over
the personal touch and rushing you through so they can fill your table again.
(No offence to Brewer’s Fayre, by the way, they were just the first chain of
pubs I could think of. Actually, I really like their food and it’s not
overpriced at all. I’ll close these parentheses now before I completely wipe
out my own argument).
Anyway, she’s still having a look around and we’ll
see what she comes up with, if not we’ll have to go to Plan B. (with B standing
for ‘Bollocks – one of us will have to cook.’)
RC 28-10-19
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