Another great Bank Holiday when the coffee drinkers came early:
"Are you open yet? I've brought my 92 year old mother" was first in. He thinks the whole country is in better form since the Royal Wedding on Friday.
Then the lunch takers came. I congratulated everyone who came before midday on their wisdom of arriving ahead of the crowd.
Then came the crowd to test my eleven strong team.
The most frustrating customer (who of course is still always right) is the one who stands in the queue waiting for his order to be taken, then when asked doesn't know what he wants. Or the one who sends a small child out at that very moment to ask whether mum wants tea or coffee.
Actually all the customers, without exception, were very pleasant today. One family had even brought rugs to sit on the lawn in case there wasn't an available table. Which there wasn't.
We reunited a pair of glasses with one customer and an ipod touch with another.
Yesterday I heard one woman telling another that redbush tea is disgusting and she can't work out why anyone would want to drink it.
Today a couple told me that they judge a tearoom as good only if it stocks redbush.
Phew.
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