I
mentioned I’ll be ringing the brewery in the morning. I expect
you’ve met other unsavoury customers in the past?’
‘I think she tops the most
undesirable customer, although I’ve had to work with some
objectionable staff before.’ Lucas declares.
‘I guess I can second that, so
how are you finding the Frog and Toad?’ I ask with a grin.
‘Refreshing Lucy, you all seem
a happy bunch.’
‘That’s good, although I have
to sort the Emma situation out.’
‘She doesn’t have much to say,
I expect by now she’s realised we all know who her aunt is, nothing
seems to faze her.’ Lucas adds.
‘Mm I feel she’s a pretty tough
cookie, from an equally tough family background.’
‘It’s time I gave Archie a
break, talk to you later Lucy.’
My chat with Lucas was fairly
serious, I’m sure in time he’ll loosen up and we’ll be able to have
a laugh. There’s something holding him back which is making me all
the more curious about him (or is it me being a typical snoop)? I
haven’t arranged to see Tim on a particular day, I feel he’s just
going to call in at odd times, which is fine, as in this trade it’s
virtually impossible to lead a normal life. He’s already sent me a
couple of amusing photos via my mobile, and he mentioned that he
had work to prepare for next week, so no doubt he’s glued to his
laptop.
Monday morning and my first
thought was to ring the brewery. Although I know the office staff
start work at eight thirty, Jeremy won’t be available until nine.
After a refreshing cuppa with Mary I slip into the office to make
my call. Jeremy hadn’t been in the least dispirited by my account
of Vie Butler’s behaviour, in fact he’d said it had been expected.
The family are well known even to the brewery, through notable
events in the past; however he did advise me to be cautious in the
way I handled the woman as she has violent tendencies, and to keep
him informed, although he was already prepared for her complaints.
I felt somewhat better when I’d briefed him about the incidents so
far… As its Kate’s day off I’d made my mind up to make a large pan
of spaghetti bolognaise in readiness for customers wanting a
‘special’, plus I’m sure the rest of us will soon scoff the spare.
So with my hair tied back in the smallest possible bun I began my
chore.
‘Wow look at you Nigella,
what’s all this about?’ Jena giggles as she watches my attempts at
cooking. ‘Are you following a recipe?’
‘Oh ye of little faith, it’s my
speciality.’ I grin back at her.
‘Yes maybe but that would be
for two people, you seem to be slicing enough onions to have the
whole pub in tears.’
‘Well I thought all I needed to
do was increase the ingredients, what do you think.’ I ask
cautiously.
‘Good luck with that then…..the
proof of the pudding and all that.’ Jena is finding this
hysterically funny, as I’m not known for my cookery, any more than
she is, I hasten to add.
At that moment Mary walked into
the kitchen with a beaming smile on her face.
‘Doesn’t anyone trust my
cooking?’ We all laugh at that.
At the end of the day, the
spaghetti bolognaise had been edible though not moorish, thank
goodness there had been no requests for specials. I’m sure by next
week Kate will have heard of my endeavour and left something ready
for a Monday special. Such little faith in my cuisine skills….
Chapter 10
The next few days passed
without incident, however on Thursday evening I decided a doorman
would be a safe bet for Friday night as we had a popular local band
booked to play. I rang a couple of agencies and there was no one
available at such short notice, I mentioned this to Jena and she
came up with a superb solution, so long as the person was
willing.
‘I’ll ask him tonight Lucy I’m
sure he’ll agree, let’s face it he’s the right build and
temperament.’ She assures.
‘I hadn’t thought of Andy,
you’re so right though
mentioned I’ll be ringing the brewery in the morning. I expect
you’ve met other unsavoury customers in the past?’
‘I think she tops the most
undesirable customer, although I’ve had to work with some
objectionable staff before.’ Lucas declares.
‘I guess I can second that, so
how are you finding the Frog and Toad?’ I ask with a grin.
‘Refreshing Lucy, you all seem
a happy bunch.’
‘That’s good, although I have
to sort the Emma situation out.’
‘She doesn’t have much to say,
I expect by now she’s realised we all know who her aunt is, nothing
seems to faze her.’ Lucas adds.
‘Mm I feel she’s a pretty tough
cookie, from an equally tough family background.’
‘It’s time I gave Archie a
break, talk to you later Lucy.’
My chat with Lucas was fairly
serious, I’m sure in time he’ll loosen up and we’ll be able to have
a laugh. There’s something holding him back which is making me all
the more curious about him (or is it me being a typical snoop)? I
haven’t arranged to see Tim on a particular day, I feel he’s just
going to call in at odd times, which is fine, as in this trade it’s
virtually impossible to lead a normal life. He’s already sent me a
couple of amusing photos via my mobile, and he mentioned that he
had work to prepare for next week, so no doubt he’s glued to his
laptop.
Monday morning and my first
thought was to ring the brewery. Although I know the office staff
start work at eight thirty, Jeremy won’t be available until nine.
After a refreshing cuppa with Mary I slip into the office to make
my call. Jeremy hadn’t been in the least dispirited by my account
of Vie Butler’s behaviour, in fact he’d said it had been expected.
The family are well known even to the brewery, through notable
events in the past; however he did advise me to be cautious in the
way I handled the woman as she has violent tendencies, and to keep
him informed, although he was already prepared for her complaints.
I felt somewhat better when I’d briefed him about the incidents so
far… As its Kate’s day off I’d made my mind up to make a large pan
of spaghetti bolognaise in readiness for customers wanting a
‘special’, plus I’m sure the rest of us will soon scoff the spare.
So with my hair tied back in the smallest possible bun I began my
chore.
‘Wow look at you Nigella,
what’s all this about?’ Jena giggles as she watches my attempts at
cooking. ‘Are you following a recipe?’
‘Oh ye of little faith, it’s my
speciality.’ I grin back at her.
‘Yes maybe but that would be
for two people, you seem to be slicing enough onions to have the
whole pub in tears.’
‘Well I thought all I needed to
do was increase the ingredients, what do you think.’ I ask
cautiously.
‘Good luck with that then…..the
proof of the pudding and all that.’ Jena is finding this
hysterically funny, as I’m not known for my cookery, any more than
she is, I hasten to add.
At that moment Mary walked into
the kitchen with a beaming smile on her face.
‘Doesn’t anyone trust my
cooking?’ We all laugh at that.
At the end of the day, the
spaghetti bolognaise had been edible though not moorish, thank
goodness there had been no requests for specials. I’m sure by next
week Kate will have heard of my endeavour and left something ready
for a Monday special. Such little faith in my cuisine skills….
Chapter 10
The next few days passed
without incident, however on Thursday evening I decided a doorman
would be a safe bet for Friday night as we had a popular local band
booked to play. I rang a couple of agencies and there was no one
available at such short notice, I mentioned this to Jena and she
came up with a superb solution, so long as the person was
willing.
‘I’ll ask him tonight Lucy I’m
sure he’ll agree, let’s face it he’s the right build and
temperament.’ She assures.
‘I hadn’t thought of Andy,
you’re so right though
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