Following ditsy Amanda

Tonight we were walking back from the Angel and Blue Pig. Amanda was leading us along Lymington high street when the title of this post was vocalised by either Mirinda or Amanda, who were walking in front of me. Apart from not recalling who said it, I can’t remember why it was said.

I ducked into a handy doorway and wrote the title above a new, blank post. Sadly, I didn’t include the context. It’ll just have to wait for Mirinda to comment, I guess.

Anyway, today, Mirinda and Amanda visited Beaulieu, where they had an altercation with a jobsworth in the café. It seems you can’t have any food after 2:30pm and they arrived at 2:35. This made me wonder how they feel if you arrive and order at 2:29pm.

Eventually the jobsworth relented, but not without a certain amount of annoyance. Even so, the only hot, savoury food available were a couple of baked potatoes with beans and cheese. I’m rather glad I wasn’t there.

Apart from the frosty café reception, they both enjoyed visiting Beaulieu. Then, going for dinner at the Angel and Blue Pig made up for the annoying lunchtime.

The walk through the graveyard was rather spectral…

…but, apart from a bit of mud from the almost ever constant rain, we reached the pub unscathed. And we were served once more by the amazing South African who served us last time when we had lunch with Charles and Janet. Best of all, she remembered us which meant there was a lot of fun chat.

Speaking of fun chat, Amanda was telling us a story about her recent trip to Portugal and a very snotty kid. She first noticed him on the train then in the queue for boarding then, to her dismay, he was sat behind her on the plane.

Apparently he snortled and glurgled, snot flowing freely from all orifices and was, basically, a horrid disease ridden menace. Still, Amanda being the positive soul she is, managed to ignore him by watching some K-Drama all the way from the UK to Lisbon.

Now, that wouldn’t be much of a story except that her good friend Liz was with her. It would be fair to say that Liz is not as positive as Amanda. She thought the child was disgusting and should not be let out in public. She was particularly upset about the streaks of snot on his face and his almost constant need to spray his germs around.

Her patience was then tested more when a woman with a tiny baby (a month old, said Amanda) sat in the seats in front of them. That was it. Liz stood up and approached a member of staff and demanded she be moved.

I’m thinking Liz could possibly be quite frightening when riled and best handled softly. She was moved to another, less child ridden seat.

After the flight (and possibly for the rest of her life) Liz told Amanda she was going to hunt the snotty kid down and cut off his legs. I’m, not sure how that would help clearing his mucus up except that he may not travel very much as a result.

Not wishing to leave people with a visual of a small child with a runny nose, here’s a photo I took of Mirinda, Freya and Amanda in the pub.

It was an evening filled with lovely food, beer and, best of all, company.

Oh, and I had a night off cooking.