Peg-It

The young lady mentioned in the post before last. For some reason she declined her cottage pie - a first - and insisted on cold custard instead, custard which has to be yellow and which, to my mind, smells very strongly of vanilla.

After that, she wanted out, but BH diverted her with our ancient Peg-It, a boxed game from the 1950's, almost certainly sourced from a charity shop, a car boot sale or a jumble sale. Intended as a slightly more sophisticated version of noughts and crosses or five in a line, but which served very well today as something with which to makes lines of coloured pegs. And then put them all back again. And then make some more lines. A game which I pleased to report lasted for longer than our lunch.

I also had occasion to think that not only are most restaurants pretty useless at simple foods, they are also pretty useless at seconds. With the drill usually being that one has to order one's dish all over again, which is usually more than one wants, even supposing that one has not gone off the boil by the time that it turns up.