Sour grapes at the Garden Centre · Apr 21, 01:23 PM
We spent some time over the Bank Holiday weekend with the in-laws. The children had already been packed off, like evacuees, to the almost-rural-idyll of Barnsley. When we arrived, we found they had taken the children to the local farm / garden centre. We went to meet them but tried to sneak into the cafe for a snack before picking them up. Queueing there I saw this sign:
Using some sixth sense, George broke away from their group and came and found us (hungry) just as we’d reached the head of the queue. So we never did get our refreshment.
What a classy joint! I was enjoying eavesdropping on the conversation between the two middle-aged women in front of us.
“She’s niver satisfied wi’ owt.”
“Aye, I berra not tek ‘er just a piece o’ cake. She’ll be askin’ wheer t’ rest on it is!”
J xx
— Julie Apr 21, 11:21 PM #