Table Service.

It may just be the case that the next 3 days might be survivable. 3 miles down the road is a mighty fine chipper. And 'chipper' is a good description of Louise, who brought me a very fine fish supper with mushy peas, bread and butter and a mug (not a cup, a mug) of tea. All done with a big smile and a bounce in her step. She even giggled when I asked her to 'stand directly below Pooh'.
It felt like Whitley Bay circa 1975.