A little while ago, I told how I proposed to take The One With The Short Fat Hairy Legs out to a splendiferous meal in celebration of her milestone birthday. This was the "Old Man's Imponderable" entry down there below.
Now, being the sensitive and considerate gentleman that I am, as is well known in certain circles, I have taken heed of all the replies and suggestions so kindly offered by the many people who took the time to respond to my appeal.
Several people approved of my intentions, if not my choice of venue, but on reading the responses, I detected a certain hint of disapproval suggesting that I might do better for her. I got to thinking that maybe you were right, perhaps the place might not be quite suitable for the special occasion.
I was minded to change, to seek another place and this course was thrust upon me when I learned that the establishment of choice would not be open on a weekend! This caused me quite a lot of distress and extra effort, but, being me, and driven by the wish to 'do my Lady proud', I've located another place nearby.
It's rather more 'upmarket', I'm told, more salubrious in its clientelle, and is rather more expensive and 'classy'.
I'm sorry about the quality of the pic, but I had to 'snatch' it as we swept past, so as not to give the game away to You Know Who.
This is it.
One good thing. As it will be evening, we will be well placed for a romantic interlude. Just imagine, She and I, each with our Big McChoke, intimately settled in the car, watching the sunset's changing light reflected in the slurry ponds of the sewage treatment works.
What better could we have?
Now, being the sensitive and considerate gentleman that I am, as is well known in certain circles, I have taken heed of all the replies and suggestions so kindly offered by the many people who took the time to respond to my appeal.
Several people approved of my intentions, if not my choice of venue, but on reading the responses, I detected a certain hint of disapproval suggesting that I might do better for her. I got to thinking that maybe you were right, perhaps the place might not be quite suitable for the special occasion.
I was minded to change, to seek another place and this course was thrust upon me when I learned that the establishment of choice would not be open on a weekend! This caused me quite a lot of distress and extra effort, but, being me, and driven by the wish to 'do my Lady proud', I've located another place nearby.
It's rather more 'upmarket', I'm told, more salubrious in its clientelle, and is rather more expensive and 'classy'.
I'm sorry about the quality of the pic, but I had to 'snatch' it as we swept past, so as not to give the game away to You Know Who.
This is it.
One good thing. As it will be evening, we will be well placed for a romantic interlude. Just imagine, She and I, each with our Big McChoke, intimately settled in the car, watching the sunset's changing light reflected in the slurry ponds of the sewage treatment works.
What better could we have?
1 comment:
I would not be seen dead in a MacCraps; the stink that issues from the kitchen exhaust is enough to make me retch into the wee small hours... Do her proud take her to a Motorway KFC you will not pay more for your meal and besides you can watch the traffic going by. Who knows, you may even see a Jam-Sandwich with go-faster blue light move from right to left at a most ponderous speed: you could even see Gran race an eighteen-wheeler for the inside lane at the exit and lose... Would Sir like strawberry jam with the fries, or road-kill; it’s all nice an’ fresh, Sir, whichever you decide, although the strawberry jam has got some bits and pieces in it, it is fresh I can assure you?
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