Paul Attfield’s last few days in Plymouth before he absconds, so a trip to The Union Rooms for a cheap curry was arranged.
Picked Nicky up from the farm when I’d finished the cleaning and scooted off into Plynouth, picking Matt up en route.
Met up with Daaave, Gem and Greg, Foz and someone else I hadn’t met before (still have no idea who he was) and scoffed food.
Experience didn’t start off too well when they were out of my first choice of dish and then when I was drinking my Perrier (driving) I noticed that the glass was purple and dirty. Yuck. I took it back to the bar and the barmaid asked me:
“Well, what do you want then? A clean glass or a new Perrier?”
Huh? Like one is any good without the other! Duh! Managed to get both in the end. Course, I then went, sat back down and poured my fresh drink only to find that there was something black floating around in the ice. Ugh. Had to fish around to pull that out too.
Things improved with the curry though.
And got even better with the White Chocolate and Raspberry Cheesecake Matt bought me as a thankyou for giving him a lift there and back. Mmmmm. Sorry, yeah yeah, LJs about what you eat are so boring, but it’s my LJ so tough.
Would write all about the enlightening topics of conversation that were discussed over the meal, but sadly there were none. It was all rude and, of course, totally beneath me.
One thing though does comes to mind…Gem has a drawer of Twinkies from the States and told me I should ask Bill if he has one? And if so, could he show us? *eyes Gemma*
Forgot to take my antibiotics and fretted over that until I got back to the car and downed one. Drove Matt home, and Nicky to the farm, which is where I am now.
Got my Bill fix so now I can go to sleep happy. Goodnight.