If you’ve ever wondered what hoteliers do in the winter when they aren’t doing so much hotely-ing I’m now in a position to tell you.
They eat, drink, drink a bit more and get very, very merry. Often. Almost daily, in fact.
Our lives seems to be a constant flood of invitations to lunches, dinners, quiz nights, intimate soirees and ‘fun’ activity days.
I’ve had to buy a diary just to keep up with them all.
Of course we aren’t attending even half of the things we are invited to. Mostly because we are still enjoying a bit of down time after a busy summer and secondly because it would cost a king’s ransom to attend everything.
So instead we are whiling away our days by decorating, doing maintenance, keeping everything ship shape and catching up on a bit of telly and generally not running round like headless chickens. More like partially beheaded chickens which don’t run quite as fast.
How lovely it is in the evening to just be able to put our feet up and watch a couple of hours of telly.
Douggie the doggie and I slope off for our daily walk to the beach which keeps us occupied for another hour or two. And that, dear reader is that.
At some point I’m sure we will run out of jobs to do and then start to get bored but I wouldn’t put money on it. The general consensus around here is that we have enough in the way of jobs to do to keep us occupied till spring when it all starts again.
The town has a different feel to it. More relaxed and laid back. Now when Douggie and I go for our walks we are met with smiles and conversation as the people we meet realise we are locals and not ‘grockles’.
Moving on. Boofuls and I celebrated our 30th wedding anniversary last week. Thirty years! How did we get here so fast?
Anyway, before I start off down the road of ‘how time flies, it only seems two minutes since we…’
To mark the great occasion we decided to take a week off work. The we decided that might be a bit rash so we decided we’d work the weekend and have four days off. Then we work three of the four days. On the actual day though we took a whole half a day off!
After a bit of “Where shall we go? What shall we do? We decided we’d go up onto Dartmoor to see the ponies and have a ride out to Widecombe which is very quaint and olde worlde.
When we got there it was cold, windy, raining and we were almost out of petrol – the nearest petrol station being 6 miles away, in the direction we’d just come from!
We walked miserably across the car park with our coats pulled tight around us against the weather and went into the nearest public building which turned out to be a very nice cafe staffed by very, very nice people. A chat, a cup of coffee and a huge chunk of cake later we were feeling much happier as we set off in search of petrol.
That evening we had planned to go to a very nice restaurant in town. Boofuls phoned up to book to be told they would be closed that night. Sigh.
He phoned the second choice of restaurant. “Can we have a table by the window? No, Sir, we don’t reserve window seats, it’s first come first served.”
“Ok then. I’ll book a table for two, please.”
We turned up at the appointed time and went to the restaurant upstairs. To our delight there was a window table available.
“Can we have that table by the window?
No, Sir. That table is reserved.
But you told us window tables couldn’t be reserved.
The couple are already here, they are down in the bar.”
We were seated slap bang in the middle of the restaurant. I bloody hate that. But never mind, we were looking forward to a good old slap up meal. As we perused the menu, a couple seated by the window left.
“Can we have that table?
Of course, Sir. I’ll just reset it for you.”
Delighted we sat down at the window table.
“Do you think you could lift the blind so we could see the sea view and the harbour?”
No, Sir, the blind is broken.”
For God’s sake, we might as well have been sitting against a wall. Oh well, at least it wasn’t in the middle of the room.
The food lived up to its reputation. Well. Mine did.
Boofuls, who as normal had ordered medium steak and chips, took delivery of a steak that a good vet could have revived without much difficulty. His face turned a funny colour. “I don’t think I can eat that. Well, send it back then, it’s not what you ordered, is it?”
The steak went back and was quickly replaced by another steak from an anorexic cow that died of old age. Tough and stringy, Boofuls once again looked a funny colour. “I’m not sure I can eat this, it’s all gristle and sinew.
Once again the steak went back. By now Boofuls was well and truly fed up.
“Let me get you another steak, Sir. Oh no. I can’t, we’ve run out of steak.
It’s ok, I’ll just eat the chips. Sigh.
So that was our anniversary. It sounds like it was awful but the reality of it was that we just enjoyed spending some time together and although it wasn’t what we’d planned ( or more accurately, failed to plan). It was still lovely.
Happy anniversary, darling!