Oh dear, what a pity never mind: Well, not quite the day of perfection I had hoped for - see post below. I don't go to seriously posh - and hugely expensive - places too often for very obvious reasons! So I was looking forward to my lunch at the Bath Priory. As I told you yesterday, it was a special celebration for our friends; our respective ladies were elegantly dressed, and us chaps were 'smart casual' - and, yes, as Founder, President for Life and so far the sole member of S.P.O.T (Society for the Preservation Of Ties) I was wearing a tie. So you can imagine the grinding of teeth that occurred when I walked through the lounge to see a young man slumped on a settee wearing a bathrobe with his feet on the table! The hotel has a Spa and presumably they allow guests to wander about outside the Spa in bathrobes. Had we been on our own it would have qualified as 'interesting times'! However, not wishing to spoil the day for our friends I ignored him but then moving out onto the terrace there was a middle-aged couple, the lady in a dress but the man wearing the sort of scruffy cargo-style shorts and old T-shirt that I wear when I'm cutting the Churchyard grass. More grinding of teeth! Next time I think I'll take them to MacDonalds, you get a better class of customer there! Then there was the play . . .
More rumbles later . . .
