stmcalee01
Full Member
Well today my Mum and I took my kids and Nephew to Stirling Castle. It rained incessantly the whole time we were there. In our bedraggled and desperate state we decided to have a lunch break and feed the baby so headed for the onsite cafe (which serves lovely healthy fresh foods). Imagine our despair as we approached and saw people queing to get in as they were full to capacity.
In view of the by now screaming baby and 2 hungry toddlers we decided to take our chances at the tearoom further inside. As we approached a table became free under the canvas roof and we duly nabbed it. I began peeling the layers off the wet children and feeding the soggy baby.
In due course Mum appeared with lunch. "One skimmed milk coffee" she announced.
"Excellent" thought I.
"3 sandwiches with assorted fillings" and with a ruefull smile she added "sorry love, it was all they had."
"Bugger" thought I.
Now faced with an age old dilemna I weighed up the options.
1. Eat the sandwich, think sod it and have cake.
2. Starve
3. March back down to the cafe and demand a takeaway soup. Now.
After careful consideration whilst munching on the chicken, tomato and rocket from inside the offending sandwich I decided to go down and ask if I may be allowed in to purchase take away as the kids were not allowed fizzy juice or coffee (the only options in the tea room).
The woman guarding the door (a Dr's secretary in a previous life I suspect) eyed me with disgust but eventually agreed. I emerged 5 minutes later triumphant with two apple juices, one courgette and rocket soup and NO cake!
The end
In view of the by now screaming baby and 2 hungry toddlers we decided to take our chances at the tearoom further inside. As we approached a table became free under the canvas roof and we duly nabbed it. I began peeling the layers off the wet children and feeding the soggy baby.
In due course Mum appeared with lunch. "One skimmed milk coffee" she announced.
"Excellent" thought I.
"3 sandwiches with assorted fillings" and with a ruefull smile she added "sorry love, it was all they had."
"Bugger" thought I.
Now faced with an age old dilemna I weighed up the options.
1. Eat the sandwich, think sod it and have cake.
2. Starve
3. March back down to the cafe and demand a takeaway soup. Now.
After careful consideration whilst munching on the chicken, tomato and rocket from inside the offending sandwich I decided to go down and ask if I may be allowed in to purchase take away as the kids were not allowed fizzy juice or coffee (the only options in the tea room).
The woman guarding the door (a Dr's secretary in a previous life I suspect) eyed me with disgust but eventually agreed. I emerged 5 minutes later triumphant with two apple juices, one courgette and rocket soup and NO cake!
The end
