St. Albans, 7th August

So we’re having a fam dinner with great auntie Rosemary and uncle Archie and all their crew.

At first I was utterly dismayed to discover that the venue for this delightful rendezvous was a wetherspoons, but I’ll admit I spoke too soon. I mean just look at this:




However I do have to disagree with Uncle Archie’s view that “one gets the impression they employ a rather more intelligent staff compared to most pubs and restaurants”.

Not sure about that, after the unfortunate mix up with the superfood pasta salad.

Moreover, uncle archie thinks wetherspoons is called waterspoons. Which I feel somewhat compromises his judgment on the matter.