How many randomly busy Tuesdays does it take before it becomes expected that Tuesday is busy? This was the second in a row. It was busier than Sunday. Except on Sunday there'd been 6 of us, and today there were 3. One taking orders, one preparing food and one putting it all together and taking it out. So who was doing the washing up? And who was clearing tables and filling the cake display and putting away the deliveries? Erm. Mr Nobody. And at its height - a power cut. For a lifetime which was probably only 15 minutes we had no till, no card machine, no dishwasher, no microwave, no lights, and no soup kettle. Excruciating.
People were utterly lovely. They waited for their delayed food, brought in their trays when they'd finished, and they all smiled.
This morning's Shropshire Art Fund coach party were lovely too. 27 turned up for coffee and a tour of the Court. At 3.30 I received a phone call. Was there a lady looking distressed at the tea rooms? They'd just noticed they were one short on the coach.
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