Sunday, 24 February 2013
The Surprise in Milton Keynes and Roundabouts
Well as you know yesterday I was away in Molten Beans which in fact turned out to be
Milton Keynes, but I
knew it sounded like food of some sort. And as I said we were off to see a man
about certain things, which was a secret sixtieth birthday party for a very old
family friend that dad used to go to school with and then they both worked at
the same place for a while and then both moved about in different directions
but still managed to remain in contact over the years. We then stayed in a
hotel based on the rabbit warren principle which was OK as long as you tied a
piece of string to your room door handle, this way you could always get back to
it. Until a foolish little old lady cut it in half with a pair of scissors, why
do little old ladies carry scissors anyway, its not normal. OK yes I am being distracted
and that is not good.
Breakfast was an all you can eat affair with things hidden in large pots quietly bubbling away and piles of toast, cereal and crumpets as well as fruit juice and tea and coffee and so on. Bearing in mind it is an all you can eat job there was not too much fighting going on by the masses, but I think part of that is the hotel getting the fine line between food you then run off and complain about, and food that is really great so you eat loads of it all day. In other words it was OK but after three of four full English breakfasts you just think I am not enjoying this so I will go. But all in all it was OK for a rabbit warren.
The party was good too and Mr F (who was sixty) and Miss A (his wife) got a shock because he was not expecting to see us and when he saw me he shouted O MY GOD YOU'RE NOT HERE TOO AAAAaaaaAAaaaaaaauugggghHHHH but mum said it was OK as she had chained me to a table. Apparently it’s an old tradition in Milton Keynes that the youngest is chained to a table at parties, I asked a few people because it sounded a bit odd to me but they all said it was.
I am not sure how many of you have been to Milton Keynes it is an odd place to drive round as I remembered when dad starting swearing a lot, because it is full of roundabouts, hundreds of them and all the main roads are lined with bushes and trees so look identical. The result of this is that if you do not know where you are or where you are going you do go round and round in circles and round and round roundabouts all day.
Then today we have arrived home at the time we were expected to arrive home and so all is well although I have had a message from the Ghost Writer who says he has to go to work tomorrow and it is NOT FAIR . . . .