Karmatastic

Afternoon tea for the girlios at the Carmelite Hotel as part of Cheryl's 50th birthday weekend , it was so bad we couldn't stop laughing and it will forever be known as the Karmashite. From the 45 minute wait before they remembered our prebooked table had actually arrived, to the boak inducing odour of gym bag socks which we traced to the food, to the waiter accosting my sister right in her face "Is it you that has the problem with fish?" and so much more besides. They should market themselves as Fawlty Towers, it was a comedy gold experience, they'd make a killing. Maybe we just hit the place on a bad day but then I checked out trip advisor....we are not alone. We headed off to find some liquid refreshments elsewhere.

The company were on good form, with one niece (quite astutely i thought) making the comment of the day when describing the smell of one well known drinking den (I'll not repeat it to spare her and the pub's blushes) to the other occasionally shouting like Father Jack because of an ear infection, to the wonderful Alice, bride to be of my nephew, totally used to and obviously very close to her in-laws to be.

Gin for the win, no hangover, hoorah!