Every time I go to a restaurant I wish I had stayed home. They're always noisy and crowded, the food mediocre and the hygiene standards don't bear thinking about.
This morning I took myself off to a restaurant in Hornsby mall, located between a recent fatal stabbing and a police shooting. I sat on the balcony and was nearly blown away by a gale, which knocked most things off the tables.
The service was atrocious, the sandwich pretty ordinary and the coffee came first, before the sandwich arrived. And I nearly froze to death.
Nobody to blame but myself. The moral of the story is:
EAT AT HOME!
This morning I took myself off to a restaurant in Hornsby mall, located between a recent fatal stabbing and a police shooting. I sat on the balcony and was nearly blown away by a gale, which knocked most things off the tables.
The service was atrocious, the sandwich pretty ordinary and the coffee came first, before the sandwich arrived. And I nearly froze to death.
Nobody to blame but myself. The moral of the story is:
EAT AT HOME!
1 comment:
I would have readily agreed with your story but after two years there are moments when I long to go out and eat somewhere other that home: it is the same with everything we always want what is not happening in our life. Glad you are sleeping better, now I have
gone back into the area of my life when the boys might have woken me up a few times during the night now it is my dear one who might not be able to reach something or needs a drink - a million and one other things that are of no importance to us until we cannot cope. I don't mind because I grab a little 'siesta' during the day when he does.
Hope all is well with you, it's years since we started writing to each other about 15 years I think so don't forget me when I am not too good at coming back to you. Take care of yourself, love for now xx
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