The Easter Holiday has come to an end - the kids go back to school tomorrow and Number One Son headed back to Uni today. He still has a week before lectures start again but he wanted to get some revision started and get his head back into Uni mode before it all starts again.
Yesterday we all went out for a family meal. We returned to the all you can eat Chinese/Indian/Thai place and had a great time. After a couple of plates of starters I headed to the stir fry bar. Taking a plate I got some noodles, beansprouts, spring onions and a pile of prawns. The chef asked me how I wanted it done - I said "Spicy".
A waitress looked at me. "Are you sure? It is really hot!"
I smiled. "Bring it on!"
It wasn't hot.
It was very tasty.
It was DELICIOUS!
But it was certainly NOT HOT!
So I returned to the stir fry bar, piled up another plate, and asked the chef to make it hotter. He smiled and nodded.
The waitress was very timid when she brought me the cooked food. She told me repeatedly that it was going to be really hot. She even asked me not to go back and complain about it!
I tasted it.
It as hot.
After a couple of mouthfuls I could feel that I was starting to sweat.
That was more like it!
I turned and, catching the chef's eye, gave him a cheery thumbs up.
Mrs RC and the kids seemed to expect me to overheat at some point, but I didn't, although I did sweat a fair amount...
So life returns to normal again - for a while at least...
While in London on Sunday, Number One Son and I started talking to a Scottish guy.
He loudly declared:|
"Ahm frm GLAZ-gor!" (trans - I am from Glasgow!)
My reply was understated in a very English way:
This made him really happy as, having lived in London for 20 years he felt he had lost his accent - apparently people in GLAZ-gor refused to accept that he was a native any more!
I love encounters like this, you meet some great people.