Monday was a wash out. My first awful Bank Holiday.
Still it meant I didn't run out of bread. Or milk.
Today was much better. A group of ten ladies came, parked, went for a walk and then almost to a woman ordered quiche (asparagus and dolcelatte). We had grandparents who were looking after kids on half term, one of whom did that it-was-different-in-my-day thing.
The children were looking in the drinks fridge and the ice cream cabinet.
"Kids today," said grandad, "can't make up their mind."
I smiled and mentioned that there's perhaps more choice these days.
"In my day," gramps continued, "we were told what to have, so it didn't take as long."
Yep. That'll do it.
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