It was 2pm, I dutifully jumped into her car, she didn't want to miss last orders!
Now it was very sweet and kind of her to take me for lunch, and also very fortuitous that I had not already eaten, because I do so like my food! However, I had spent so much time sorting out my car on the phone before leaving, that I hadn't managed to fit in lunch, nor even a second breakfast!
Anyway, off she drove me, into the very beautiful Cotswold's.
We went VERY quickly, in fact, if I had mistakenly eaten before hand, I'm sure I would have had an empty stomach again by the time we had reached the top of Cleeve Hill. She drives like the wind, steers like she's reliving a very tricky stage on Marrio Kart and breaks at the last possible minute. We arrived at the desired destination almost before we'd left! Phew, I needed a drink, never mind lunch. She however emerged from the car as cool as a cucumber and proceeded to usher me in to the Corner Cupboard, which is not as it sounds, but a very small and typical country pub.
We had a lovely meal, velvety Steak and Ale Pie with chips and peas, lots of French mustard and a good swig of vinegar on my chips, mmmm! However my enjoyment of the meal was slightly marred by the thought of whether I would manage to keep it in my stomach for the whole of the return journey back down the hill, but then she mentioned pud...
"You have to have a pud" She insisted "and they all come with ice cream, you have to try it"
"I'm not really bothered about the ice cream, and I'm very full" I replied, hoping not to sound ungrateful. "If I ask for the ice cream, do you want mine?"
She nodded in approval. Goodness, I thought!
While waiting for puds we started to chat about my stepfather;
"It's a shame he couldn't come" I say
"Oh, he could have" She replied
"Well, why didn't he?" I ask puzzled
"I told him you might want to talk" She hissed, as if someone would hear.
"Oh" I said, hoping I hadn't disappointed by not divulging any more woes to her, I had told her about the car accident on the phone, I mean as if that wasn't enough after everything else?!
"So will you have to cook for him later?"
"No, he's eaten"
"You've left him a sandwich?"
"No he ate out"
"Oh, that's nice, where did he go?"
"The Kings Arms"
"Lovely, who with?"
"Oh no, he was by himself"
"You made him go by himself?!"
"But I thought you might want to talk"
How could she?!
Anyway, the puds came and we waded through the gateaux. Both of us were rather full and wondered if we may just not quite manage it all. I looked at Mums plate. "I don't think I can manage the rest" She says defeated by the huge portion of White Chocolate and Blueberry Gateaux.
"You don't want my ice cream then?"
"Oh yes, I can manage that" She said delighted "It won't take up any room at all!"
You've got to love her!